Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 460

Was she losing her mind?

Had she really heard that?

Mila lay stiffly in bed, her mind a tangled mess. For a long moment, she didn’t move, half convinced she’d imagined it. But in this dead-quiet night, with only her and Felicity lying head-to-head on the bed, she certainly hadn’t gone deaf.

A bastard with fox-like eyes?

Fiancé?

Setting aside the “fiancé” for now—was Felicity talking about Lysander? Surely she didn’t mean Adrian… Mila’s memory had been so muddled these days, she barely remembered the grandson, and for fear of upsetting Felicity, Adrian hadn’t been allowed to visit the old house for a while.

Besides, the ages didn’t match; she couldn’t possibly mistake a child for a grown man—especially not someone Felicity insisted was her fiancé.

But that man was long gone.

What on earth was happening? Was Felicity’s memory so jumbled now that she’d started having hallucinations?

How else could she explain it?

Suddenly, in the middle of the night, a chill crept down Mila’s spine. Her skin prickled with unease, and she hurriedly tugged the covers up, curling into the blanket.

She’d have to ask about it tomorrow.

That was the plan, at least. But whether it was anxiety or some subconscious dread, Mila didn’t sleep a wink. She lay wide-eyed until dawn, and as soon as the sun rose, with shadows under her eyes, she cornered Felicity, who had just woken up.

“What?”

“Fiancé?”

“Bastard with fox-like eyes?”

Felicity, still half-asleep, yawned and blinked at her, perplexed. “What are you talking about? Mila, when did you get engaged? And you didn’t even tell me?” By the end, she was wide awake, grabbing Mila’s arm and demanding answers.

A cold sweat broke out over Mila’s skin.

This was bad.

She didn’t waste another second—after calming Felicity down, she made a beeline for the study to find Conrad. Sure enough, he was already at his desk, working. He greeted her and was about to head to the bedroom to check on Felicity when Mila stopped him.

“Wait.”

Mila looked exhausted. “Is Mom’s condition just memory loss, or is it more than that?”

Conrad paused, his hand on the doorknob.

“Has she been having hallucinations? Like… seeing people who aren’t there?” Mila bit her lip, watching Conrad closely, reading every flicker of emotion across his face.

Did he know?

Or was this news to him?

She needed to be sure.