Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 371

Mila gave a couple of brief instructions to the bodyguard before finally slipping into the adjacent hospital room. She walked quietly to the bedside and sat down. Julian was still deeply unconscious, his little face pale and worryingly still. The trauma he’d suffered this time had been severe; the doctors said there was a real chance he might start remembering things from his past. Whether he could make it through this ordeal would depend on his condition when he woke up.

Staring at the child’s uneasy, restless sleep, Mila felt as if a lead weight had settled in her chest. The accident had happened so suddenly, she still couldn’t wrap her mind around it.

How could it all be such a coincidence?

It seemed like nothing good ever came of her encounters with the Montgomery family. Every time, it ended in chaos. She was simply exhausted.

Leaning forward, she rested her head beside Julian’s pillow, reaching under the covers to gently wrap her fingers around his small, fragile hand. With her face buried in the blanket, she whispered softly, her voice muffled.

“I’m so sorry…”

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Bang!

The heavy fire door slammed shut behind them. Nathaniel spun on his heel and swung a fist at Lysander, but the other man blocked it easily and shoved him back.

“Nathaniel, what on earth are you doing?”

Lysander calmly straightened his cufflinks, his face unreadable as he spoke in a measured tone.

“Lysander!” Nathaniel gritted out, clutching his nearly dislocated wrist. “You were the one who recommended that restaurant for me to take my son. Don’t tell me today’s mess had nothing to do with you. What the hell are you playing at? You know all about Julian’s condition—are you out of your mind?”

“…I didn’t expect things to turn out this way.”

After a moment of silence, Lysander replied coolly, showing little sign of remorse. “Besides, it was your son who started confusing people, Nathaniel. How many times do I have to remind you? She’s my wife.”

“Wife?” Nathaniel let out a derisive laugh, dropping all pretense of civility. “Does Mila agree with that? Lysander, with the way you treat people, you’re the last person who deserves love. And you can’t always get what you want.”

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Mila stayed by Julian’s bedside for a while, lost in her thoughts. When she heard footsteps, she looked up to see Nathaniel entering, rubbing his wrist.

“What happened?” she asked.

Nathaniel shook his head. “It’s nothing. Has Julian woken up yet?”

Mila shook her head in reply.

The two of them sat in silence, each in their own chair, neither knowing what to say next. Eventually, Mila broke the quiet. “I’m really sorry about everything. I’ve already refunded all the money you gave me to help care for Julian. I’ll cover all his medical expenses from here on out. I truly am sorry.”

Nathaniel was quiet for a long moment before he spoke. “None of this is your fault. Why are you apologizing?”

“It’s about Adrian—”