She was adamant about keeping her grandniece away from that Lysander. The man was nothing but trouble, a walking headache!
The more Jade thought about it, the more convinced she became, adding, Besides, by the time you arrived in Verdelune, you were already single again. What’s the issue?
Mila hesitated, …No problem.
Great, it’s settled then!
Without waiting for further protests, Jade hurriedly added, Alright, I won’t keep you any longer. I have a connecting flight to Verdelune.
Rosalia Fashion Week had just wrapped up, with Verdelune next on the schedule. The international fashion weeks were packed closely together in the first half of the year. With limited energy these days, Jade entrusted most of them to her apprentices, only attending the most prestigious ones herself, including Verdelune, Milan, Eldermere, and Newcrest.
Seeing her great-aunt in a rush, Mila offered a few gentle reminders before ending the call.
It was around four or five in the afternoon. Soft sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm golden hue on the otherwise stark white hospital room.
She turned her head to look outside. The sunlight highlighted her delicate features, her slightly upturned almond eyes narrowing slightly in the warm glow, adding an air of mysterious elegance, as if she might transform into a celestial being and disappear into the light at any moment.
Nathaniel had just picked up their child from school and was pushing the door open when he caught sight of this scene, momentarily stunned.
No matter how indifferent he felt towards Mila in the past, he had always had to concede one point: this woman was strikingly beautiful!
…
While Nathaniel was lost in thought, the child had already run inside.
Mommy, he called softly, snuggling into Mila’s embrace without saying a word.
Instinctively, Mila held the child, her gaze landing on Nathaniel standing awkwardly at the door. He scratched his nose, trying to mask his discomfort as he stepped inside.
After school, Julian insisted on coming to see you. I thought since you haven’t been discharged yet, maybe…
He trailed off, clearly at a loss for words.
Mila glanced at him blankly, then turned her attention to Julian, her voice gentle, Julian, what’s wrong?
Julian nestled quietly in Mila’s arms for a while before looking up.
Mommy.
His eyes were a bit red, clearly upset about something.
Mila lowered her head, her forehead gently touching his, her voice soft and soothing.
Do you want to tell me about your day, Julian? Anything interesting happen?
You can tell me anything. I’ll listen carefully, and maybe I can even help. Would you like that?
Julian blinked, his lashes damp.
Trusting his mother, he nestled closer and began to speak softly, I met a friend I really like today…