Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 287

He searched all night.

In the end, it was a call from his father, Conrad Montgomery, that forced Lysander to return to the old estate.

"Have you lost your mind?"

Conrad's face was thunderous as he confronted his son in the study.

Last night, Lysander had sent out so many people, causing quite a commotion. The whole social circle was abuzz, watching from the sidelines, eager for gossip. Even Conrad-who hadn't involved himself in family affairs for years had been dragged in by the uproar.

Lysander, having been caught in the rain all night, looked pale, but he didn't seem to care. "I don't have time to think about appearances. She needs to be found as soon as possible."

A vein throbbed on Conrad's temple; he was so furious, he hurled the mug on his desk across the room. "Now you remember to worry, do you?"

He was about to launch into another tirade when a knock came at the door. Adrian, who'd been staying at the estate lately, slipped in.

"Adrian, it's early-why aren't you getting some more sleep?" Conrad's stiff expression softened at the sight of his grandson, and his voice gentled.

dreamed about Mom-she was underwater, crying and crying. I couldn't sleep at all." His voice faltered as he drew closer,

I miss Mom. When is she coming back? I promise I won't

quietly, then strode

sigh, gathering the trembling Adrian into his arms,

after all. Five,

his car, ready to search the

is waiting for you at Crimson

How convenient.

grey eyes narrowed, cold and calculating. He told the driver to head

Lysander climbed out, striding toward the lounge. As he walked, he shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it to Harper, then unfastened the top buttons of his black shirt, rolling up his

waited, dressed in immaculate white, his

men last stood face to face. And yet, when they finally did,

first. "Where is

tone was flat. "That's what I

They stared each other down, both searching the other's eyes for any

white. They lunged at

and fresh wounds—all unleashed. Forrest dropped his refined, gentle mask for the first time, every punch fueled by raw hatred. One landed square on Lysander's jaw, his