Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 536 "What is it?" Mila Sutherland answered the call, barely hiding her irritation. If she had any choice in the matter, she'd never pick up when this woman called always meant trouble.

"...Where are you?" her calls On the other end, Sophia Pembroke clearly picked up on Mila's annoyed tone- and was that disgust, too? After a few seconds of chilly silence, Sophia finally spoke, her voice sharp and accusing.

"Is there a reason you're calling?" Mila didn't want to answer her question.

"What do you mean by that?" Sophia's tone turned even colder. "You slice someone's neck and this is your attitude? My son and I landed in the hospital because of your son. We're both seriously injured, yet you don't even bother to show up at the hospital to sort things out or give us an explanation. What now, are you trying to run away? Or should we just take this to court?" Court, court-always threatening with court! Seriously injured and in the hospital? Pity you didn't cut your own throat all the way through.

Mila seethed inwardly. Of course, she'd never say that out loud; if she had actually finished the job, she wouldn't be standing here at her son's school, answering the phone-she'd be in an orange jumpsuit, talking through a glass partition. What a nightmare.

Why couldn't all these lunatics just stay far away from her life? "I'll cby later." Whatever her personal feelings, Mila knew she had to show up at the hospital. Even if she didn't care about Sophia's insufferable brat, she couldn't just leave Julian Pembroke to rot-regardless of the fact that it wasn't her child who'd pushed him.

Not that she had any proof.

And it wasn't as if she was entirely uninvolved.

Whether she liked it or not, she was tangled up in this mess.

Sophia, hearing Mila hadn't tried to worm her way out, seemed slightly mollified, but her words were still sharp. "Cnow." "I can't right now." Mila refused, her tone flat.

"Do you wantto sue you?" "I told you I'll clater." Sue, sue, sue-it's always court with you. Mila's irritation spiked; she snapped, her voice icy. "I said, I'll be there later." Then she hung up with a sharp click.

Back at the hospital, Sophia stood in the hallway, her neck wrapped in gauze, her face expressionless as she stared at her phone for a long moment-then, with a sudden jerk, hurled it against the wall.

The screen, already cracked, splintered even more.

How dare that woman hang up on her! Just then, a young man in a suit-Sophia's assistant from the Pembroke Group- pushed open the door with a file folder in hand, ready to report on sbusiness. He caught the tail end of her outburst and, in one smooth motion, closed the door again and retreated. No need to get involved-best to cback later.

As soon as Mila ended the call, the world felt blessedly quiet.

She rubbed her aching temples, took a deep breath, and stared at her phone for a moment. On a whim, she pulled up her contacts, found Sophia's number, and quickly edited the saved name- [Troublemaker No. 2] A small smile tugged at Mila's lips as she looked at the new label. The irritation from the phone call melted away, leaving her feeling lighter.

"May all the little monsters just vanish from my life," she muttered under her breath.

Feeling much better, she turned to leave-only to jump when she nearly collided with a middle-aged man, balding slightly, dressed in an immaculate suit. He'd been standing silently beside her for who knows how long.

"Chairwoman Sutherland, if I'd known you were coming, I would've cout to greet you myself." He smiled warmly.

Trying to calm her racing heart, Mila studied his face for a moment before she remembered he was the headmaster of the school.

ve Given that Adrian Montgomery attended this school, the Montgomery family had invested significant amount here. And since Mila was, for all intents and purposes, calling the shots for the Montgomerys these days, of course the headmaster would be eager to please. He'd probably heard she was on campus and rushed over.

Perfect. She needed to speak to him anyway.

Wasting no ton pleasantries, Mila got straight to the point: she wanted to discuss Adrian taking a leave of absence, and to address the O m suspension of Ms. Stephanie, the teacher involved. Being put on leave for something like this didn't just hurt a teacher's career-ipcould destroy her reputation. Once trust from the school, parents, and community was lost, there was no getting it back. A ruined career, a ruined life.

Ms. Stephanie claimed she didn't mind, but Mila did. If there was anything she could do to help, she would. She couldn't let two spoiled brats ruin yet another person's future.

The headmaster looked troubled. "Chairwoman Sutherland, it's not that I don't want to help, but this isn't something I can decide on my He hesitated, noticing Mila's frown." and added, "You can speak for the Montgomery family and say you won't press charges, but the Pembroke Family..." Mila understood where he was going.

It wasn't just about the Montgomerys. The injured student was from the Pembroke family, and as long as they kept pushing for punishment, Ms. Stephanie would be the scapegoat-even though it wasn't fair, and certainly not her fault.

The incident happened at school, so the school should bear the brunt of m responsibility. But judging by the headmaster's carefree attitude, it was clear the school intended to protect itself-by sacrificing the teacher with the least connections. That's just how the world worked.

Years of business had made Mila all too familiar with these tactics. She felt a surge of disgust and couldn't be bothered to argue further.

"I'll talk to the Pembroke family myself," Mila said, her face expressionless.

"In that case, there shouldn't be any more issues." The headmaster smiled, promising to submit the paperwork to lift Ms. Stephanie's suspension immediately, and that she would face no further disciplinary action.