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.

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

promise I won't make

replied quietly, then strode

let out a heavy sigh, gathering the trembling Adrian into his arms, comforting him, coaxing him to try

was barely dawn, after all. Five, maybe six

old estate. He'd barely gotten into his car, ready to search the Willow Lane neighborhood again, when his

waiting for you

How convenient.

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

striding toward the lounge. As he walked, he shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it to Harper, then unfastened the top buttons

waited, dressed in immaculate white, his

since these two men last stood face to face. And yet, when they finally

first. "Where is

what I should be asking

between them. They stared each other down, both searching the other's eyes for any hint of deception. In the end, it was

fists clenched, knuckles white. They lunged at each

fresh wounds—all unleashed. Forrest dropped his refined, gentle mask for the first time, every