Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 335

"Remember this-if you ever dare touch that damn piano again to lure my people, it won't just be your hand that gets ruined. Stay the hell away from what's mine!"

"You... it was you who-ah!"

His hand was crushed mercilessly, cutting off his protest with a strangled cry.

Lysander looked down at the man writhing in pain at his feet, a cold smirk tugging at his lips. His fox-like eyes, however, remained utterly emotionless. Without another glance, he turned and walked away.

Leonard followed in silence.

Once they were in the car, Lysander dialed a video call. The screen flickered to life, revealing a gaunt, pale-faced man in a white coat.

It was Professor Mason, the renowned psychiatrist.

Professor Mason studied Lysander's face for a moment, then suddenly grinned. "Mr. Montgomery, don't tell me you're having second thoughts."

Lysander shot him a frosty glance.

When he didn't reply, Professor Mason went on, "First, you have to break her spirit completely. Drive her to the brink—let her hit rock bottom. Only then can you rebuild her, reshape who she is. If you do it right, you can keep most of her

memories intact. It's the most effective approach there is. Endure this phase, and you'll get exactly what you want."

Lysander stared out the window, his face inscrutable, voice flat. "She broke down last night."

"Not enough."

ever actually succeeded?"

Professor Mason's lips.

fleeting trace of sorrow, making him seem even paler.

in the end, I lost everything because

you—this method is hardest not on the

you sure this is what you

At last, he stared coldly at the man's mocking smile on the screen and said, expressionless, "I'm

He hung up.

***

was

agonized screams. His

the simplest movement was

times, the phone slipped from his grasp, clattering

so violently that

The line connected.

breath, choking on the pain as he recited his address and tried to explain what had happened. By the end,

you have to

just can't... I haven't-I haven't told her yet... I haven't

mind began to blur, anxiety flooding his senses and fighting off unconsciousness. He kept whispering desperate

would happen

scared? Was she crying? Was she calling for

couldn't let anything happen to himself. He couldn't—not

wanted to spend a