Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 453

He stopped mid-step, then suddenly dashed forward and grabbed Leonard’s hand. Looking up, his eyes sparkled with hope. “Leonard, you’ll stay with me forever too, right?”

Just like you’re always with Mom and Dad.

Leonard froze, caught off guard.

For a moment, seeing the child’s trusting, adoring gaze, that face—usually as cold and unmoving as winter ice—softened. The corners of his lips lifted in a fleeting smile so subtle that when Adrian blinked, it was already gone, like he’d imagined it. But he did hear Leonard’s voice, surprisingly gentle.

“I’ll always be here.”

“But even if I’m not, young master, you don’t need to worry. There’s someone out there waiting for you in the future, someone who’ll stay by your side forever—longer than your parents, longer than me.”

That was the Montgomery family’s way.

Leonard, though, belonged to the master and madam.

“Your mother’s here. Go on now.”

At the end of the hallway, Mila appeared, turning the corner with easy grace. Her dark hair was pinned up with a simple comb, and her pale, flowing dress seemed to catch the moonlight, wrapping her in a gentle, silvery glow. Seeing her approach, Leonard stopped beneath the eaves.

“Mom!”

Adrian’s question vanished in an instant. He raced over, flinging himself into Mila’s arms. She caught him easily, taking the rumpled school jacket from his hand without a word, then gave Leonard a polite nod before leading Adrian away.

A warm spring breeze drifted through the corridor, carrying Mila’s soft voice to Leonard. “What did your grandfather say? Did he scold you?”

“He just told me not to get into fights…”

“Well, you should listen to him.”

“I know. Mom, you smell so nice. Did you make something good for me?” Adrian’s voice was full of excitement.

“I did. I made some soup.”

Mila smiled gently. “Later, remember to bring your great-grandpa a bowl, all right? He’s getting old. Don’t do things that upset him anymore.”

“Got it.”

Adrian piped up, “Oh, and Leonard hasn’t eaten either. I’ll bring him a bowl too!”

“…All right.”

As the voices of mother and son faded down the hall, Leonard stood quietly under the eaves. He tipped his head back to gaze at the bright curve of the moon, feeling, for once, that spring was truly warm and beautiful. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he fished it out, answering after it rang several times.

“Sir.”

“Yes, Madam and young master were just here. Sorry for the delay…”

“I understand.”

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