Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 331

Lysander's brow furrowed, the tension in his expression barely perceptible.

He knew all too well-if the old patriarch got involved now, this mess would only spiral further out of control. There would be no end to it, and the last thing he needed was for Mila to draw the Montgomery family's attention right now.

A headache.

Running a restless hand through his damp black hair, Lysander paused in thought before saying, "I'll head over later tonight. And one more thing-get in touch with Professor Mason. Tell him I need his expertise, and ask him to clear his schedule for the next month."

Leonard froze, uncertainty flickering across his face for the first time. "You mean Professor Mason-the psychiatrist?"

Lysander nodded once.

Leonard's grip tightened on the pill bottle he was holding.

Professor Mason's reputation was legendary-renowned both at home and abroad for his work in psychiatry. But years ago, he'd been caught up in a scandal: a botched treatment had left a patient mentally shattered, spiraling into madness and violence. With no hard evidence, Mason had only lost his medical license, but he'd quietly left the country and built a new life overseas.

He was infamous for his uncanny ability to manipulate the human mind.

Was this really what the young master intended...?

Leonard's thoughts were interrupted by Lysander's calm, almost chilling voice. His eyes, fox-like and fathomless, shimmered with a darkness that hinted at something wild, barely restrained.

"I want her," Lysander said, "to come to me again—willingly."

Whatever it takes,

no matter the cost.

***

"Mmm... mmm... mmm..."

in on Mila's mind, wrenching her from restless sleep. Her head throbbed, her limbs felt numb with cold, and

Too dark.

tried to speak. "Light? Where's

her breathing

Please! I need

white light flared, searing her eyes. Mila squinted against the glare but refused to look away, desperate for the brightness. She reached out, only to have her hand caught in a firm

are you okay?

"Mila!"

snapped into focus at the sound of her name. She blinked up at the flashlight, then past its blinding beam to see Archie's startled face staring back at her. He was holding the torch-the source of the

This wasn't a nightmare.

in that

was out. She was

was curled up in a sleeping bag, surrounded by the soft walls of

on

from her chest. Mila let out a shaky breath, memories starting to come back as Archie's voice continued,

pain in her head, and with no one else around to help, Archie had bundled her into the sleeping bag, salvaging whatever

That explained everything.

Or... did it?

jacket tighter around her shoulders, Mila sipped the hot water Archie handed her, but a strange doubt gnawed at her. Hesitant, she