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?" Lysander

Professor Mason's

a fleeting trace of sorrow, making him seem even paler. Then it vanished, replaced by his

lost everything because I couldn't

remind you—this method is hardest not on the patient, but on the doctor. The moment

sure this is what

for a long moment. At last, he stared coldly at the man's

He hung up.

***

warehouse was almost

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

the simplest movement

from his grasp, clattering to the ground, slick with blood from

hand shaking so violently that red fingerprints smeared across the screen as he tapped out an emergency

The line connected.

tried to explain what had happened. By the

you have to

hand-I can't lose it, I can't, I just can't... I haven't-I haven't

mind began to blur, anxiety flooding his senses and fighting off unconsciousness.

ruthless-what would happen

she scared? Was she crying? Was

anything happen to

yet..... that he loved her, wanted to spend a lifetime playing