Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 514

At least Mila wasn't spiraling further down the rabbit hole, and for now, all Miranda could do was sigh and tag along.

Truth be told, she didn't believe for a second that the person who'd been caught was Lysander.

If it really were him-if someone had pulled off that mask and found Lysander underneath―Jade wouldn't have sent someone to gently invite them over for a chat. The whole manor would be in chaos by now. Mila was just too rattled from a night of fear and anxiety to notice that detail.

Whoever they'd caught... well, it didn't matter.

Miranda's focus was elsewhere. She had to figure out how to coax Mila into playing along with this twisted 'game' to get her to help subdue that wild beast before things got out of control.

That man was already teetering on the edge.

No, he'd gone over it.

He'd faked his own death just to achieve a single goal. Someone like that-if he really managed to take Cossio out of the equation, losing the one thing that could both distract and restrain him, then who would his next target be?

And for that new goal, what would he be willing to do next?

Miranda didn't even want to imagine.

She'd already witnessed his madness up close. In her mind, the only way to keep everyone safe was to figure out how to restrain Lysander before he lost Cossio as his primary target. Otherwise, Mila would inevitably be the one to suffer.

The rest of them would just be collateral damage.

That lunatic wasn't the type to show mercy to anyone. If he couldn't get what he wanted, what if he decided to destroy everything in his path? It wouldn't be the first time.

back in college, her mind had been tampered with, memories manipulated without her knowledge. Miranda would

what, she had to

could keep him in check. He couldn't be

The manor, lounge.

swear, it wasn't

before he tore off the ghostly mask streaked with crimson tears. Beneath it was a typically Western face-brown hair,

I came at your invitation. I barely set foot on the grounds before someone

shouldn't you

explanation?" Jade, seated on the sofa and

The man fell silent.

Forrest understood now.

to meet. Apparently, he'd barely made it into the garden before

and cloak

Mila decide

for

all the arguing. Youth really was a double-edged sword-too

demeanor stood out. Suddenly, Jade remembered something and picked up a bottle of pills from the table, shaking it

extra cautious about

and Forrest had lived overseas for seven or eight years. Even if she was being paranoid, she had to make sure he hadn't picked up any bad

bloody, torn palm His face never changed-as if he felt nothing at all-as he explained lightly, "Earlier, in the

something sooner?" Jade scolded, her tone sharper

a servant to clean and

the wound, adding, "We'll have the doctor take a look, just in case. Don't want it to be