Lysander stood facing the furious figure before him, his expression calm and his voice steady, almost deathly quiet.


    "Don''t forget," he said softly.


    "It was you who wanted to start this. Fine, I agreed and made you thedy of the Montgomery family."


    "Since you wanted the beginning, why should you decide the end?"


    M was taken aback, a bitterugh almost escaping her lips, though she couldn''t muster the energy to express it. "Fine, then you suggest it."


    Lysander responded coolly, "I have no intention of getting a divorce right now."


    A wave of anger surged through M, and unable to hold back, she attempted to p him, though her hand was caught firmly.


    Lysander remained unruffled, "Your hand is injured; hitting me would only hurt you."


    "Don''t patronize me!"


    M, still seething, swung her free hand, only for it to be captured as well. Hisrge hands easily restrained her delicate wrists, holding them firmly.


    Ignoring her protests, he pulled her toward the bed, gently forcing her to sit down while he knelt beside her.


    He retrieved a tube of ointment from his pocket, trying to pry open her clenched fist. Seeing her resistance, he looked up at her.


    "Do you want the wound to get infected?" he asked.


    Her hands were crucial for her work, sketching designs, creating high-end custom


    pieces, painting... They couldn''t afford to be damaged.


    Suppressing her anger, M relented. "I''ll do it myself."


    Lysander nced up but held on. M, realizing the futility of arguing, finally released her grip.


    The cool ointment on her wound made her shiver, but she bit her lip, refusing to make a sound.


    Sensing this, Lysander''s touch became gentler. In the quiet room, only their soft breaths mingled in the air.


    M watched him tend to her with painstaking care, yet her gaze remained cold.


    She knew better than to be swayed. Lysander had always been unpredictable, his moods shifting like the wind. She wouldn''t be fooled by his fleeting tenderness. "Lysander, give me a straight answer. What will it take for you to let me go?" M''s voice was icy.


    Lysander paused, then continued applying the ointment in a matter-of-fact tone. "Is it so bad being thedy of the Montgomery family? I promised you forever, and I meant it. You''ll always be thedy, and I''ll give you whatever you want. That won''t change, no matter whoes along."


    "As if I care!" M scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "I don''t want it, I don''t need it, I can''t stand it. Do I need to spell it out? I don''t want to be with you, and I don''t want to see you anymore!"


    Lysander didn''t reply.


    He finished applying the ointment and finally looked up, his eyes dark and unreadable, yet he avoided giving a direct answer.


    "You''ve recently quit your job, your hand is injured. Just stay home and rest."


    M was about to protest when he continued, "I heard the Horizon Group is bidding on a project. Coincidentally, I''ve invested in it and am considering candidates."


    Horizon Group.


    That was Miranda''s familypany.


    M''s face turned pale. She understood Lysander''s implications well.


    Whether the bid seeded wasn''t the issue. The real concern was that Miranda''spany was in heavy industry, and Montgomery Holdings was a leader in that field, a global powerhouse.


    In terms of influence, Montgomery Holdings could easily overshadow Horizon Group without breaking a sweat.


    He was cornering her!