Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 91

"Eugene!"

Mila exclaimed, pulling herself free from Lysander's grip and rushing over to him.

She dared not touch the person lying on the ground and quickly called for a doctor. Eugene was rushed into the operating room to have his wounds stitched up again after they had reopened due to movement.

Outside the operating room.

Lysander let out a cold laugh. "That kid always knows how to put on a show. Who knows if he tore his own stitches just to get attention? Let him do as he pleases. If he wants to die, that's on him."

His words were as icy as they were heartless.

Mila frowned. "He's your brother. How can you speak of him this way?"

Lysander chuckled, though his fox-like eyes held no warmth, only an unfathomable depth. "And what about your own brother? You've never cared for him."

Mila's expression turned cold. "What are you implying?"

Lysander replied coolly, "I've done enough for this brother of mine. My mother nearly died giving birth to him. Letting him live this long has been my mercy."

As he spoke, he grabbed Mila's hand, attempting to pull her away.

"I've warned you before-stay out of his business. He's not right in the head."

he lives. If not, I'm

reason, Mila was

hand free after a few steps, staggering back a couple of paces. She said coldly, "Lysander, I've made it clear. I'm determined to divorce you. If you refuse to discuss it, we'll see each other in

summons, so he

serious about

Fine.

"Mila, do you really

in his voice, and her hands

at the operating room doors as

detachment. His long fingers

you know what I'm capable

shield you from family betrayals or

"Think it over."

away, no longer forcing

in

knew what Mila

she realized it, she would come back willingly, waiting quietly at home for him every night, whether

and dutiful, fulfilling her role as his trophy wife. Predictable as

...

stood alone in the hallway, watching Lysander's tall

chill seep through her bones, her fingers trembling