Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 193

"Slap!"

The sharp crack echoed through the living room of Crimson Gardens, the Montgomery family's grand estate.

"What did I tell you?"

Lysander's eyes, usually so calculating, simmered with anger. "I instructed you to bring her back unharmed, and this is what you call unharmed?"

When he returned, she was unconscious on the bed, her hands marred with scratches.

Is this your idea of unharmed?

Leonard turned his head slightly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His expression was calm, as if he felt no pain.

After a few sharp words of reprimand, Lysander inquired, "What about her luggage?"

"I've sent someone to retrieve it from the airport," Leonard replied, then asked, "What should we do about Miranda?"

Lysander frowned.

"Send her back to the Waynes. Tell Quentin Wayne to keep his daughter in line- no more trying to drag my wife into their messes, disrupting other families! And inform Harding & Cole Legal to suspend her from work. If she's got time to meddle, she doesn't need a job."

"Understood."

nodded and left the

...

instantly recognizing she was back

here for seven years, slept in this very bed for seven years.

her face darkened, recalling the

to get out of bed immediately. But a sharp

hands, revealing several

had happened filled her with rage, making her tremble with

"Lysander!"

you call for

in his eyes. He crossed the room in a few strides to stand beside the

longer. Ignoring the pain in her hands, she got out of bed and, barefoot on the

"Slap!"

shattered the

her fists, ignoring the stinging pain, suppressing

you even consider how many lives could

eyes, and responded in a calm, indifferent tone. "I had everything under control.

a step back, momentarily dazed. "You're

always like