Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel 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 become a 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 time it was just a few scrapes, but what if something really bad happened? What would I do then? Next time, when something happens, come to me or find an adult. Promise me, okay?”

Adrian wanted to protest. Great-grandpa and Uncle had taught him how to make a fight look dramatic without really hurting anyone—some tricks 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.