Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 451 Neither Mila nor her son quite processed what had just happened.

It took a while for Mila to snap back to reality, feeling a weight lift off her chest. So Parker wasn't seriously hurt after all.

That was a relief.

If Parker truly had been badly injured, explaining things would have beca nightmare.

Still... even with bodyguards around, was it really safe to leave a child alone in the hospital? Did men always look after kids in such a careless way? With a slight frown, Mila took Adrian by the hand and led him to the next room. Just then, the doctor stepped out, and she took the opportunity to ask about Parker's condition. Only when she was assured it was just a few bruises and scrapes did she finally let out a sigh of relief.

As soon as they entered, Parker-cradled in a bodyguard's arms-shot them a furious glare. Adrian immediately rolled his eyes, spat a "pffft," and turned to march right back out the door.

Apologize? No way! He wasn't in the wrong! That brat totally deserved it! But the moment Adrian spun on his heel, Mila grabbed him by the arm, holding him in place. Under her pointed gaze, he dragged out a reluctant, "I'm so-rr-y for hitting you... Ow, Mom! I said it! Why are you twisting my ear? That hurts!" Mila pinched his ear gently, exasperation clear in her voice. "Can't you apologize like a normal person?" Before Adrian could protest any further, Parker exploded. He snatched the bag of medicine from the bodyguard and hurled it at them. "Get out!" Instinctively, Mila shielded her son.

The medicine bag thumped against her arm and tumbled to the floor.

Adrian was momentarily stunned, his face darkening, ready to lunge at Parker and teach him a lesson. But Mila held him back with an iron grip. The two bodyguards quickly scooped up the medicine, murmured apologies to Mila, and rushed Parker out of the room.

Adrian was still fuming.

"Mom, why'd you stop me? You saw what he did. He had it coming!" "Adrian!" Mila's voice turned cold. "What did I just say to you?" Adrian deflated, mumbling, "Don't solve problems with violence..." Mila let out a weary sigh, crouched down, and pulled her son into a gentle hug, patting his back and speaking softly.

"Adrian, I need you to remember: violence is always a last resort. It never truly solves anything. It only makes things more complicated, and people get hurt- sometimes you, sometimes someone else. This tit was just a few scrapes, but what if something really bad happened? What would I do then? Next time, when something happens, ctoor find an adult. Promise me, okay?" Adrian wanted to protest. Great-grandpa and Uncle had taught him how to make a fight look tic without really hurting anyone-stricks wouldn't even leave a mark. He hadn't quite mastered them yet, and besides, his classmates were all so weak, none of them could take him on.

But in the end, he said nothing. He nestled closer into his mother's arms, soaking up the rare moment of her undivided attention.

Even if he'd lost a tooth, it was worth it.

He loved the way she looked at him, eyes full of worry-because in those moments, he felt certain he was her most precious treasure. Just like Dad always said... he was her one and only, the one she'd always love.

He was the only one.

That night, Mila dropped Adrian off at his great-grandfather's house. After explaining what had happened, the old man didn't seem particularly upset. He simply kept the boy in the study and suggested Mila stay in the country for a few more days.

Given what Adrian had just been through, Mila was worried too, so she agreed. Now she just had to figure out how to explain things to her great-aunt.

Jade Sutherland was definitely going to be angry.

Bracing herself, Mila called Jade. She didn't dare mention the fight-her great-aunt already had a low opinion of Adrian, and if she found out about this, she'd never let Mila stay in the country any longer. But to Mila's surprise, when she said she needed to stay a few more days, Jade didn't sound angry at all. In fact, she sounded delighted.

After a little more conversation, Mila started to realize what was really going on.

She fell silent.

"In any case, it's settled," her great-aunt declared. "I've met the young man-he's the grandson of my dear friend. Comes from a good family good looks, excellent character-the whole package. He's a little younger than you, but that's hardly an issue, and he's planning to settle in England. Didn't you say you'd move back to England after you finished things up at home? It's tto find someone who wants to live in England too." "Don't tellit's impossible. What, are you planning to mourn that dead man forever? For someone like him?" "If you can't cback, it's fine. He'll be arriving in the country soon anyway.

Make sure you meet him-properly! He's my best friend's grandson." By the tMila hung up, she hadn't gotten a single word in.

She understood Jade's intentions. Even though she'd never said outright why Mila returned home, Jade knew it was because of th☐ Montgomery family mess. Now she was pushing Mila to meet someone new, probably out of fear Mila might ☐ change her mind if she stayed too long. Not that that was ever going to happen.

But Jade never believed her.

Most likely, though, Jade just wanted someone to keep Mila company, so she wouldn't be alone.

But with so many things weighing on her mind, Mila really didn't have the epergy to think about starting over.

Still, she'd meet the guy. After all, he was Jade's friend's grandson. Maybe he already knew she had a childm maybe, once he found out, he'd lose interest. Exhausted, Mila shook her head and headed for the kitchen. She'd make snourishing soup for Adrian. The study was silent.

After Mila left, the warmth faded from the old man's face. He glanced coldly at Leonard, then turned to the bby standing at the door and called out sternly, "Chere." The tenderness Adrian had shown with his mother vanished. He walked over obediently and gave a quiet greeting.

"Great-grandpa."