"Eugene!"
M eximed, pulling herself free from Lysander''s grip and rushing over to him.
She dared not touch the person lying on the ground and quickly called for a doctor. Eugene was rushed into the operating room to have his wounds stitched up again after they had reopened due to movement.
Outside the operating room.
Lysander let out a coldugh. "That kid always knows how to put on a show. Who knows if he tore his own stitches just to get attention? Let him do as he pleases. If he wants to die, that''s on him."
His words were as icy as they were heartless.
M frowned. "He''s your brother. How can you speak of him this way?"
Lysander chuckled, though his fox-like eyes held no warmth, only an unfathomable depth. "And what about your own brother? You''ve never cared for him."
M''s expression turned cold. "What are you implying?"
Lysander replied coolly, "I''ve done enough for this brother of mine. My mother nearly died giving birth to him. Letting him live this long has been my mercy."
As he spoke, he grabbed M''s hand, attempting to pull her away.
"I''ve warned you before-stay out of his business. He''s not right in the head."
"Let him do whatever he wants. If he lives, he lives. If not, I''m willing to pay for his funeral."
Regardless of the reason, M was not going to leave with him.
She wrenched her hand free after a few steps, staggering back a couple of paces. She said coldly, "Lysander, I''ve made it clear. I''m determined to divorce you. If you refuse to discuss it, we''ll see each other in court."
Lysander had recently received another court summons, so he knew Jade had arranged a legal team for her.
She was serious about taking this to court.
Fine.
He smiled slowly, his fox-like eyes deep and inscrutable. "M, do you really think having Jade on your side means you have nothing to worry about?"
M heard the threat in his voice, and her hands clenched at her sides.
Lysander nced at the operating room doors as they slowly opened.
Standing under the fluorescent lights in his pristine suit, he gazed at her with cold detachment. His long fingers gently tucked her stray hair behind her ear, his touch tender but his words chilling.
"M, you know what I''m capable of."
"I can either shield you from family betrayals or make you surrounded by loved ones again."
"Think it over."
With that, he turned and walked away, no longer forcing M to apany him.
He was in no hurry.
He knew what M feared most.
Once she realized it, she woulde back willingly, waiting quietly at home for him every night, whether he returned or not.
Just like before, obedient and dutiful, fulfilling her role as his trophy wife. Predictable as ever.
...
M stood alone in the hallway, watching Lysander''s tall figure disappear, feeling
a chill seep through her bones, her fingers trembling uncontrobly.
"Sis, are you okay?"
Eugene, his wound freshly stitched, had juste out of the operating room and saw M standing there, looking pale. He called out to her with concern.
M snapped out of her daze, forcing a faint smile. "I''m fine."
She apanied Eugene back to his hospital room.
Having just had another surgery, the young man couldn''t even stomach soup, so he told M to eat without him.
But M had lost her appetite. She sat by his bedside, staring nkly.
Noticing her despondence, Eugene spoke up, "Sister-inw, did my brother do something to upset you? It''s my fault for calling you that and making him angry, causing you trouble..."
His voice was low, and he seemed even more dejected, his handsome features tinged with a fragile sorrow.
M shook her head with a bitter smile. "It''s not your fault."
Lysander didn''t need a reason to torment people, especially her. He would either ignore her with cold indifference or push her to the brink.
She was increasingly at a loss to understand what he wanted.
He had someone he loved, yet he refused to let her go. Why keep holding on, causing pain for both of them?