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."

actually succeeded?" Lysander

across Professor

a fleeting trace of sorrow, making

end, I lost everything because I

"Mr. Montgomery, let me remind you—this method is hardest not on the patient, but on the doctor. The moment you go soft, you lose

are you sure this

long moment. At last, he stared coldly at the

He hung up.

***

was almost

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

simplest movement

the phone slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground, slick with

that red fingerprints smeared

The line connected.

his address and tried

have to

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

senses and fighting off unconsciousness. He kept whispering desperate

so ruthless-what would happen

crying? Was she calling for

couldn't let anything happen to himself. He

to spend a lifetime playing piano for her... so much he hadn't