Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 501

Jade studied him for a long moment before finally voicing the question that lingered in her mind. “And if, one day, you two are truly married, but Mila no longer loves you—what then?”

Forrest didn’t answer right away. Only after a lengthy pause did he finally say, “I suppose I would wish her happiness.”

His tone was calm, almost detached.

Jade’s gaze lingered on his unflinching face. She never let her thoughts show—whether approval or dissatisfaction. Instead, she simply lifted her hand, a silent gesture for him to leave.

Forrest rose without protest.

But as he reached the door, he couldn’t help himself. He turned back and asked, “Mrs. Sutherland, do I have a chance?”

“You’ll have to ask Mila.”

That was all Jade offered.

Forrest smiled, undeterred. “Thank you, Mrs. Sutherland.”

He opened the door, nodded politely to the old butler waiting outside, and made his way toward the guest room.

……

Jade glanced up at the butler as he entered, her voice quiet but direct. “What do you think—how much of his answer was sincere, and how much an act?”

Though the butler’s face was youthful, his bearing was steady and mature. Closing the door behind him, he replied respectfully, “A bit of both, I suspect. He’s a man who knows how to keep his cards close.”

“So, he can’t be trusted?” Jade pressed.

He gave her a measured look. “Madam, if he were naïve and utterly transparent, would that put your mind at ease? Could such a man withstand the pressure from the Montgomery family?”

Of course not.

Just as with her earlier questions about family and ambition—if Forrest had merely tried to placate her, showing no backbone or aspiration, she wouldn’t have bothered to hide her contempt. She’d have ordered him out of the house on the spot.

How could she entrust her precious niece to a man with no spine?

And then there was the Montgomery family.

That was her greatest concern.

She’d never truly approved of Adrian and his father cozying up to that woman, Giselle, after all the hurt it brought Mila. Ever since, she’d harbored a wariness toward that child. But he was Mila’s, and this past year he’d at least behaved himself.

Yet, that didn’t ease her worries.

From what she’d seen of the Montgomerys lately, they had no intention of letting Mila go. If she hadn’t stayed in England to keep watch, their reach would have stretched across the ocean by now. That’s what infuriated her most—how could they keep dragging Mila back with the excuse of business and the child’s inheritance, even after the man was dead?

It’s marriage, not an adoption into the entire Montgomery clan!

What if they misjudged him, and ended up with another Lysander?

“Madam, didn’t you already prepare for both outcomes?” the butler tried to reassure her. “If this works out, you can take things slowly.”

“But that path is so long,” Jade murmured, weary.

Marriage alone wasn’t enough to set her mind at rest. She’d done all she could to prepare for Mila’s future—laid the groundwork, built the connections. If Mila could secure her place on the international stage, if she could reach Jade’s level sooner rather than later…

If she could become a household name, she’d inherit the legacy without a hitch.

And then, the Montgomery family would never again call the shots.

But that kind of stature wasn’t built on talent alone. It took time, reputation, and patience—things Jade feared she might not live to see.

The Montgomerys were always circling, always waiting. Jade’s heart could never quite settle.

It was true what they said: a parent’s love plans for a child’s distant future. That was all this was.

The butler understood, pausing in thought before offering a suggestion. “Madam, if you’re still uneasy, perhaps there’s a way to put him to the test? To be sure of him?”

Jade arched an eyebrow. “And how would we do that?”