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 entered

blood trickling down his temple. His eyes were red, his expression frozen and lost, a rare look of confusion flickering in his typically sharp

did I do

unreadable. "You are the only heir of the

must not be

couldn't waver, couldn't show weakness, couldn't afford to have a soft heart. And above all, he could not have any

a doctor was called to

emotional distress-no real harm done. After that, Lysander held her

as he stepped outside, his eyes had regained their old resolve. The confusion and vulnerability of the night before had vanished, as if it were nothing more than a bad

from the villa and stopped

and blood, was forced to the ground. His glasses

glasses under his heel. Before Forrest could lift his head, someone grabbed his hair and yanked his

all you've

eyes glinted with icy amusement as he gave a chilling laugh. "Using

it was your dear father who sold you out to me?

I'd need is a signature from your next of

retort, but his head was yanked back,

"Ah!"

from Leonard. He tapped Forrest's cheek with it,

the way-who said

rising in his gut. "What are you going to