Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 499

"...Well, you’re certainly taking this lightly."

Miranda muttered, flopping back on the bed with her arms spread wide. She sighed, "Honestly, what’s the point in worrying? How many marriages in this world are truly about love anyway? Finding someone decent is already more than most people get."

Mila paused, her heart tightening just a little.

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While the two friends were tucked away in their room, whispering secrets, someone knocked at the guest room across the hall. Forrest opened the door to find the butler standing there, wearing his usual professional smile.

"Mr. Whitmore, Mrs. Sutherland would like to see you in her study for some tea."

Forrest hesitated for a split second. So, this is it, he thought. No wonder she ignored him at dinner—she’d been waiting for this moment.

"Of course. Let me get myself together."

He said he needed a moment, but really, he’d been ready for this all night. He hadn’t changed out of his suit after dinner, half-expecting this summons. Straightening his jacket, he followed the butler down the hall.

The study was filled with roses in every shade imaginable, their fragrance subtle but unmistakable. Clearly, Mrs. Sutherland had a fondness for them.

Forrest stepped inside.

The door closed slowly behind him; the butler didn’t follow.

"Mrs. Sutherland," he greeted her formally.

"Not calling me Jade anymore?" From her seat at the head of the room, Jade cradled a delicate porcelain teacup, taking a small sip of her black tea. Her tone was cool.

"I wouldn’t dare."

She gave a cold little laugh. "You seem daring enough to me. But I suppose Mila’s not here, so now you’re suddenly all respectful."

He didn’t flinch. "That’s true."

"At least you’re honest," Jade set her cup down, her tone shifting abruptly. "Let’s get to it—whose idea was this charade? Yours, or hers?"

He paused, then went on, "And as for what I can offer—I won’t boast about my future in research, but I think my current standing is more than enough."

He took a breath, his tone firming. "I can’t change the past, or the family I came from. All I can do is focus on the present. And maybe it sounds harsh, but for a long time, I haven’t really considered that place my home. If I ever get another chance at a family, it’ll be with Mila. She’ll be my only home."

The study was silent.

Jade didn’t comment on his words. Instead, she changed the subject. "Let’s talk about your career. I know what you do, and I know you just finished an important project for the federal government. That project alone will keep you from leaving the country for over a year. With your ability, you’re bound for the top of your field, and when you get there, your whereabouts will be closely guarded. You’ll find it harder and harder to travel."

She paused, her gaze sharp as glass.

"But Mila—her future, her ambitions, they belong on the world stage. She needs to go international if she’s going to reach her full potential. So how do you plan to be there for her? Will you have her constantly flying back and forth, never able to settle down? Or do you expect her to put her dreams aside for you again, just like she did for her family in the past? Should she be the one making all the sacrifices?"

Every word struck home.

For a long moment, Forrest was silent. Then he answered, his voice steady. "I won’t give up my career."

With that, Jade set her teacup down with a decisive clatter.