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."

you ever actually succeeded?" Lysander asked

across Professor Mason's lips.

making him seem even

lost everything because I couldn't stay

let me remind you—this method is hardest not on the patient,

sure this is what

At last, he stared coldly at the man's mocking

He hung up.

***

was almost

agonized screams. His hand throbbed with excruciating pain, every breath a

the simplest movement was

grasp, clattering

he managed to unlock it, his hand shaking so violently that red fingerprints smeared across the screen as he

The line connected.

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

you have to

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

anxiety flooding his senses

was so ruthless-what would happen

she crying? Was she

happen to himself. He couldn't—not yet. He

to spend a lifetime playing piano for her...