She reluctantly put her phone away.
Before her mother-in-law could reach the car, Mila hurried over to greet her, taking the older woman’s chilly hand and promptly guiding her into the warmth of the vehicle.
Mila’s mother-in-law had always been frail and couldn’t handle the cold at all.
Mom, in this freezing weather, you should have just sent a car to pick me up. What if you catch a cold and fall ill? And you didn’t even bring gloves, Mila chided gently.
Accepting the warm, plush gloves handed over by the bodyguard in the front seat, Mila carefully slipped them onto her mother-in-law’s hands.
It was well-known that her mother-in-law’s health had been delicate, especially since giving birth to Lysander’s younger brother eighteen years ago. Her health had plummeted since then, and no amount of care seemed to fully restore it. These past years, even the slightest cold could not be tolerated.
Whenever she fell ill, the whole household was on edge, unable to find peace.
Before Mila could say much more, she looked up to see her mother-in-law smiling warmly at her. Although she was over fifty, her face bore no traces of age, emanating a gentle and serene light. Her expression occasionally carried a hint of fragile melancholy, yet her rosy, childlike features were deeply endearing.
It was evident that whether within the Fontaines or the Montgomery family, her mother-in-law had been well-protected. Her eyes remained clear and innocent, as if untouched by the harsh realities of the world.
Under her kind gaze, any frustration melted away, leaving Mila’s heart softened.
With a sigh, Mila said, Mom, please don’t do this again. We all worry so much when you get sick.
Felicity nodded obediently, then insisted on giving Mila a pair of warm gloves as well.
The car’s heater was on, and Mila, being in good health, didn’t need them, but she reluctantly put them on under Felicity’s gentle urging.
Throughout the ride, Felicity chatted away, occasionally expressing mild complaints about how Mila and Lysander hadn’t visited her recently, mentioning how only her grandson would drop by from time to time. She even declared that once Lysander returned, he would certainly face some family discipline!
Thinking of this, Mila sighed inwardly and couldn’t help but hold Felicity’s hand, gently making a request.
Mom, could you perhaps ask Lysander to come home tonight? She recalled how rushed Lysander seemed when he left and added, Or tomorrow night would be fine too. Just sometime in the next couple of days so we can all have a family dinner together.
Recently, Lysander had been avoiding communication. Mila had hoped tonight’s dinner at the manor would be an opportunity, but he had dashed off mid-way with the kids, chasing after his crush. Her patience was wearing thin.
If she couldn’t persuade him, perhaps her mother-in-law could.
As long as she could catch him, the divorce would be settled.
Unaware of Mila’s inner thoughts, Felicity readily agreed, promising that once he returned, she’d make sure to set him straight.
Mila, having made up her mind, simply listened with a smile, without any further response.