Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 334

He wasn't wrong.

Lysander's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to restrain the girl, who had become almost wild in her frenzy. He held her tightly, refusing to let go.

This was only the beginning he couldn't afford to show mercy.

"Don't be afraid. It'll get better. Just be good, listen to me."

His voice was gentle, meant to soothe her.

But the girl in his arms wouldn't listen. She sobbed uncontrollably, the force of it stealing her breath. Couldn't he see? Things would never be better-never, ever again!

She couldn't understand.

What had she done to deserve this?

Was it all because of that drink?

But Lysander had been the one to snatch the glass-she'd never wanted him to drink it. So why was she the one paying the price?

Why?

Eventually, Mila cried herself into unconsciousness and slumped against him.

the commotion, Leonard

the wreckage of the bathroom, blood trickling down his temple. His eyes were red, his expression

did I

the Montgomery family, sir. You're the pillar of the house. You can't

not be

couldn't show weakness, couldn't afford to have a

a doctor was called to examine

After that, Lysander held her through the night, neither of

old resolve. The confusion and vulnerability of the night before had vanished, as if it were

villa and

man in a once-white shirt, now stained with dust and blood, was forced

Before Forrest could lift his head, someone grabbed his hair and yanked his face

all you've got, Lysander? Luring

eyes glinted with icy amusement as he gave a

not realize it was your dear father who sold you out

could leave you crippled here today, and all I'd need is a signature from your next of kin.

retort, but his head was yanked back, and a

"Ah!"

Forrest's cheek with it, a

way-who said you could

on the hammer, unease rising in his gut. "What are you going