NovelEnglishChapter 123 The hospital room was suffocatingly silent.
Mila sat with her head bowed, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe. Her eyes felt hot, and a sharp ache gripped her sinuses. Reflecting on it now, she realized they had ended long ago, far earlier than she had admitted to herself.
A wrong start never leads to a good ending.
She should have understood this sooner.
The divorce papers she had flung at Lysander fluttered down and landed in his hand, where he clenched them tightly, making a soft, pitiful crumpling sound.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Yes, you're not worthy," he said coldly, crumpling the papers into a ball and letting them fall to the floor.
Mila looked up in a daze, meeting his gaze, which was as cold and indifferent as a stagnant pool, eerily reminiscent of the look in his eyes during that chaotic night seven years ago in a dark, closed-off room.
Unwanted memories of the past surged forward, burying her in darkness.
She instinctively shrank back, her limbs numb with cold and her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Don't... cany closer," she managed to whisper.
But before she could say more, Lysander moved towards her, his icy, slender fingers tracing her face, leaving a trail of goosebumps as they slid down to her neck. She trembled, barely able to breathe.
His voice was soft yet piercingly cold. "I should have known. You need to be taught a lesson. You should always..." Just then, the door to the room burst open.
Eugene walked in, carrying a tray of food, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere. He greeted them cheerfully, "Hey, you're here too. Want to join us for lunch?" Lysander withdrew his hand from Mila's neck.
Before he could respond, his phone rang in his pocket. Upon answering, his expression softened immediately, the oppressive tension in the room dissipating somewhat.
"Yes, yes, don't worry. I'll be right there," he said. Without sparing Mila another glance, he strode out of the room. Eugene stepped aside to let him pass but found himself being dragged out by his shirt collar, barely managing to keep the tray upright.
With Lysander gone, Mila barely had tto catch her breath before a sharp pain flared in her forehead, causing her to collapse back onto the bed, taking shallow breaths to ease the discomfort.
Meanwhile, in the stairwell, Eugene was shoved against the wall. Before he could steady himself, a fist landed on the wall beside his face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Eugene, my patience is limited," Lysander warned, his eyes icy.
Eugene chuckled lightly, his expression innocent and puzzled. "Brother, what did I do to upset you? I promise I'll behave next time." "Don't callbrother!" Lysander snapped, landing a punch on Eugene's face. "You're not worthy!"
Eugene turned his head, his slightly curled hair falling over his cheek, half of his face hidden in shadow, remaining still for a moment. "Stay away from your sister-in-law," Lysander said coldly. "You know what should and shouldn't be said."
"You really think you can keep your dirty little secrets from her for long?" Eugene retorted, his voice dripping Sveise eripping with sarcasm. "Do you honestly besieve that the only reason she can't be with you is because of Giselle? Don't kid yourself. You were never her type. You just got there first..." "Bang!" Eugene was sent sprawling onto the ground with a forceful punch, the food scattering everywhere, leaving him in pain and disarray.
"She's your sister-in-law, now and forever," Lysander spat, slamming the stairwell door behind him.
After leaving, he climbed into the car parked at the hospital entrance and gave instructions to Leonard, who was in the driver's seat.
"Keep an eye on Eugene. If he steps out of line, break a few bones and send him to the hospital. He can be discharged when he learns to behave."
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