Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 539

Outside the hospital room,

Perched on a blue chair by the wall in the corridor, Sophia’s secretary wavered between entering to give her report or waiting a bit longer. The folder trembled slightly in her hands as she heard footsteps from inside the room. Instantly, she shot to her feet. “Ms. Pembroke! Chairman Sutherland!”

What on earth is going on?

Why is she out already?

When she spotted Sophia, her head lowered and shoulders hunched, the secretary’s nerves tightened. “Ms. Pembroke, are you alright?”

“She’s fine,” Mila replied calmly, steadying the woman who looked like she might collapse at any moment and guiding her down onto the blue chair. Only then did Mila turn to the flustered man. “And you are?”

“I’m Ms. Pembroke’s secretary—Layton Atkinson.” Layton managed to force a professional smile. “Chairman Sutherland, you can just call me Layton.”

“Layton, then.”

Mila’s smile softened, warm and approachable. “Ms. Pembroke’s foot is swollen, and I can’t leave her right now. Would you mind heading to the pharmacy and grabbing some anti-inflammatory cream for her? Thank you so much.”

“Oh—of course! Absolutely.”

Layton wisely refrained from asking how Ms. Pembroke’s foot had managed to swell in such a short time, nor did he risk a glance at her expression. He nodded and hurried off.

“…You little—”

It took a few moments, but Sophia finally caught her breath. Gritting her teeth, she raised her hand in an attempt to smack Mila, only to have her wrist intercepted.

“Weren’t you the one who asked me to come help you?” Mila brushed off her hand, all traces of warmth gone, her voice now cold and distant. “I’m helping. What more do you want?”

Sophia seethed with frustration, but at a loss for words, she fell silent.

—

Layton returned soon with the medication.

Sophia, storm clouds practically written across her face, radiated chill into the air. Layton, sensing the tension, wisely kept his distance and busied himself with his phone, feigning ignorance.

“Put your foot up.”

Mila fished the ointment from the bag.

Sophia ignored her entirely, refusing even to look her way. Mila sighed—dealing with a person like this was exhausting. She crouched down, slipped off Sophia’s sandal, propped her foot gently on her own knee, and began applying the cooling ointment to the swollen area.

If she didn’t treat it, things would only get worse.

And then Sophia would only have another reason to blame her.

Sophia struggled half-heartedly at first, but soon went still. She lowered her gaze, watching the neat crown of Mila’s head as deft fingers worked ointment into her skin—the sting of pain blending with a soothing coolness.

This woman really was strange.

In the time they’d spent together recently, Sophia had come to realize just how odd Mila was.