Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 539 Outside the hospital room, Perched on a blue chair by the wall in the corridor, Sophia's secretary wavered between entering to give her report or waiting a bit longer. The folder trembled slightly in her hands as she heard footsteps from inside the room. Instantly, she shot to her feet. "Ms. Pembroke! Chairman Sutherland!" What on earth is going on? Why is she out already? When she spotted Sophia, her head lowered and shoulders hunched, the secretary's nerves tightened. "Ms. Pembroke, are you alright?" "She's fine," Mila replied calmly, steadying the woman who looked like she might collapse at any moment and guiding her down onto the blue chair. Only then did Mila turn to the flustered man. "And you are?" "I'm Ms. Pembroke's secretary-Layton Atkinson." Layton managed to force a professional smile. "Chairman Sutherland, you can just callLayton." "Layton, then." Mila's smile softened, warm and approachable. "Ms. Pembroke's foot is swollen, and I can't leave her right now. Would you mind heading to the pharmacy and grabbing santi-inflammatory cream for her? Thank you so much." "Oh-of course! Absolutely." Layton wisely refrained from asking how Ms. Pembroke's foot had managed to swell in such a short time, nor did he risk a glance at her expression. He nodded and hurried off.

"...You little-" It took a few moments, but Sophia finally caught her breath. Gritting her teeth, she raised her hand in an attempt to smack Mila, only to have her wrist intercepted.

"Weren't you the one who askedto chelp you?" Mila brushed off her hand, all traces of warmth gone, her voice now cold and distant. "I'm helping. What more do you want?" Sophia seethed with frustration, but at a loss for words, she fell silent.

Layton returned soon with the medication.

Sophia, storm clouds practically written across her face, radiated chill into the air. Layton, sensing the tension, wisely kept his distance and busied himself with his phone, feigning ignorance.

"Put your foot up." Mila fished the ointment from the bag.

Sophia ignored her entirely, refusing even to look her way. Mila sighed-dealing with a person like this was exhausting. She crouched down, slipped off Sophia's sandal, propped her foot gently on her own knee, and began applying the cooling ointment to the swollen area.

If she didn't treat it, things would only get worse.

And then Sophia would only have another reason to blher.

Sophia struggled half-heartedly at first, but soon went still. She lowered her gaze, watching the neat crown of Mila's head as deft fingers worked ointment into her skin-the sting of pain blending with a soothing coolness. This woman really was strange.

In the tthey'd spent together recently, Sophia had cto realize just how odd Mila was.

On one hand, she could be surprisingly soft-hearted-yet she was also capable of the most ruthless acts, never hesitating tretaliate or hold a grudge. When it cto her personal life, especially her marriage, Mila could be decisive to the point of cruelty: once she decided to leave, there was no turning back. She'd even managed to drive someone like Lysander to such desperate extremes, and then had cto Sophia for help.

But to call her cold-blooded didn't quite fit either-most of the time, she treated people with gentle patience, always willing to lend a hand, almost to a fault. Especially with children.

She was both tough and tender-a bundle of contradictions.

A strange person, indeed.

"All done. Keep using the ointment and stay off your feet for the next couple of days," Mila instructed, setting Sophia's foot back into her sensible sandal. "If you need to walk, stick to slippers." She didn't wait for a response, just set the ointment aside and headed to the sink As she stood, Sophia tipped back her head, exposing the white bandage wrapped around her neck. "My neck, too. You cuto it change the bandage." "...Just a moment." She was still as blunt as ever, but at least there was no edge of command in her voice. That was progress. Mila was perfectly willing to oblige as long as she was spoken to like a human being.

After washing her hands, Mila returned and carefully unwound the bandage from Sophia's neck. Only now, with her mind finally clearing after the chaos of the previous night, did she really notice the wound-ragged, angry red, and deeper than she'd realized. It was almost shocking to think Sophia herself had done this.

If she'd pressed a little harder...

Noticing Mila's hesitation, Sophia sneered. "What's wrong? Never saw it before? Just do your job. And if you tickoff again, I'll report you for attempted murder!" People really ought to cwith a mute button.

Do they ever stop spewing poison? Wouldn't they be afraid of poisoning themselves?

Expressionless, Mila dabbed on fresh ointment and began wrapping a clean bandage. She couldn't help shapping back, "Don't you think you brought this on yourself? Isn't this exactly what you asked for?" Layton stood awkwardly by, wishing he could cover his ears-or disappear entirely.

Chairman Sutherland really didn't pull any punches.

Sophia's face darkened. She opened her mouth, ready to explode, but winced as Mila tightened the bandage, pain silencing her retort.

With her task finished, Mila signaled Layton to find another room and om settle Sophia inside she was just about to leave when Sophia, now perched on the hospital bed, called after her. "Where are you going?" "For a check-up. I plan to live a long life, you know." Without a backward glance, Mila strode out.

Sophia frowned in confusion.

Mila was serious about the check-up.

She was genuinely worried the stress might be ruining her health.

She really had to learn to keep calm... But as she completed her tests and stepped out to find Leonard waiting in the hallway, arms full of paperwork, her heart nearly gave out. She'd barely had one day of peace-now he was back again! The will be updated first on this website. Cback and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!