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Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 531
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"Don't touch my mom!" Forrest raised his brows. This kid-unbelievable. Use him and ditch him the second he's no longer needed. Cunning little rascal.

"Adrian!" Mila's tone sharpened as soon as she saw Adrian talk back. "Mr. Whitmore stayed with you so late and even protected you-what kind of attitude is that?" "He didn't, he-" Adrian started to shout back, but before he could finish, he felt a gentle weight settle on his head. He looked up to see Mr. Whitmore smiling down at him, warm and unbothered. "It's alright, really," Forrest said. "Kids will be kids. Adrian's just been anxious to find you. Let's go hfor now. Next time, if you'd like, I'll show you more photos of your mom from back in the day. How does that sound?" Adrian glared at him, jaw set tight, but didn't say another word.

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Mila paused, caught off guard. "Photos?" "Pictures from our college trips," Forrest explained, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "There are a few with you in them as well. I kept all of them. If you're interested, I can show you next time." His tone was so casual-almost matter-of-fact that Mila couldn't find any reason to object. They had, after all, taken plenty of photos together during those years- weekend getaways, city adventures, spur-of-the-moment road trips. Most of the time, it was Forrest who brought a camera along. It made sense he'd have backups. "Mom," Adrian whined, clearly annoyed to see his mom chatting so happily with the weirdly friendly Mr. Whitmore. He tugged insistently at Mila's hand. "I want to go home! I want to go home! I want to go home!" "Alright, alright. We're going," Mila soothed him, then turned to Nathaniel, who had just caught up. "I'm taking Adrian home. As for Julian, we'll talk once I've sorted things out." Nathaniel hesitated only a second, then nodded. "Alright." In truth, he'd been there for a while already. From a distance, he'd watched Mila and Forrest standing close, speaking quietly to the child between them-so at ease, so natural, that for a moment Nathaniel could almost imagine they were a family.

That odd sense of displacement stopped him from coming closer. It wasn't until Mila looked his way that he snapped out of it and managed to answer. He had never seriously considered stopping her. After all, keeping someone else's child in your house-no matter the reason—just didn't sit right with him.

He glanced at Forrest, lingering by Mila's side, then couldn't help but ask, "Would you like to cin for a bit? Have a cup of tea?" "Thank you, but maybe another time," Mila replied politely. She didn't step inside, didn't even ask if Adrian had left anything behind just took her son's hand and hurried toward the gate.

She was eager to get home. There were things she needed to ask Adrian.

Forrest, a step behind, glanced at Nathaniel's slightly dejected figure with a mild, indifferent arch of his brow, then quickly caught up to Mila and Adrian as they left together.

With everyone gone, Pembroke Mansion fell silent again. No more shouting that could rattle the windows, no more sounds of things being knocked over. The sudden quiet was almost startling.

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Nathaniel lingered outside in the garden, watching them disappear into the night before finally heading back inside. He paused in the living room gaze drifting upstairs to the landing, where he spotted Giselle leaning against the banister, lost in thought.

How long had she been standing there? After dinner and a bit of conversation, she'd gone to rest in Sophia's room, only now emerging.

"What are you doing up there?" Nathaniel called, his tone frosty.

He'd always regarded Giselle with a certain respect-older than them, childhood friends, brilliant and charming, talented in business. She was the kind of person everyone naturally looked up to. Lately, though, Nathaniel found her increasingly hard to understand. Meddling in someone else's marriage was bad enough, but the way she'd spoken to Adrian tonight-had she lost her mind? There was no warmth in his voice now.