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Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 253
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Chapter 245 The incense rose gently, its tendrils dissolving into a soft, fragrant mist that settled around the room.

Mila snuggled deeper into her warm, cozy quilt, the delicate scent of sandalwood lingering at her nose. Her mind slowly drifted, and soon enough, she was enveloped in sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, a gentle, unhurried knock sounded at the door. Three firm taps, repeated three times.

Standing outside in the hallway was Forrest, dressed in a neat gray suit. His silver-framed glasses caught the warm light, glinting softly on his high-bridged nose.

At that moment, from the other end of the corridor, Howard's voice broke the silence. He was standing by the staircase, looking concerned.

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"Sir, you're still up?" Forrest turned slightly to meet his gaze, his smile gentle. "Yes, I brought sincense for Mila earlier. I wanted to make sure it helped her sleep. It seems it worked." "I see. You should get srest as well, sir." Howard watched as Forrest entered the guest room next to Ms. Sutherland's, shaking his head with a sigh before heading downstairs.

A peaceful night's sleep.

Mila awoke feeling refreshed, a rare good night's rest brightening her mood considerably. She greeted Forrest on his way out; he'd been busy lately with talks of a new company's launch back home. She didn't press for details.

Later, after a phone call, Mila left accompanied by Howard and a bodyguard, heading into town.

The car soon stopped in front of a lavish coffee shop. Mila stepped out and made her way to a private room on the second floor. As soon as she opened the door, a small figure darted toward her, flinging himself into her arms.

"Mommy, I missed you so much." Julian's voice was soft, his tone choked with emotion. Mila's heart melted instantly. She crouched down, holding him close, soothing him until she finally looked up at the man sitting at the table, his face filled with resignation.

Nathaniel looked worn out, his handsfeatures marred by fatigue.

Moments later, coffee was served at the table. Julian stayed glued to Mila, sitting across from Nathaniel without sparing a glance at his uncle, his eyes full of the joy of being reunited with his mother.

That little scamp, completely ignoring his uncle! Nathaniel felt a pang in his chest but resigned himself to it, pulling out a bank card and placing it on the table, sliding it toward Mila.

Mila looked puzzled.

"There's a million dollars on it," Nathaniel explained. "Consider it a token of gratitude for looking after Julian. I know it's not enough to make up for the past, but given the current rush, I haven't managed other arrangements. Once everything is settled, I'll offer you further compensation, including a small share of Pembroke Group." Clearly, despite his lack of parenting skills, Nathaniel cared deeply for his nephew.

"You can keep the assets and shares," Mila shook her head slightly, taking the card. "I'll take good care of Julian." "Thank you." Nathaniel finally relaxed, his gaze shifting to the middle-aged man with elegant grace standing quietly beside Mila.

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"And who might this be?" Mila introduced him, "This is Vance, a family friend's butler, Howard." Howard nodded with a polite smile. "Mr. Pembroke, a pleasure to meet you." Nathaniel acknowledged him with a nod.

Mila hesitated, then added, "There's one more thing. That's my friend's house where line currently staying, so it's not convenient to host you there..."

Julian would be staying with her for a while, and as his uncle, Nathaniel would naturally want to visit. But Forrest had only agreed to host the child, and it was not appropriate to impose further. Howard, understanding the implication, held his tongue, remembering Forrest's advice to take things one step at a time.

Nathaniel understood. "If it's alright, I'd like to have dinner with both of you on weekends. Thank you for your help." He knew well the challenges of child-rearing.

Afterward, they exchanged spleasantries, though the conversation soon dwindled as they lacked much in common, leaving the room in a comfortable silence. Chapter 245 Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.