Chapter 1317

Thalassa blinked back her tears, revealing a smile tinged with relief. "Yeah, it's just better with Mom around."

"Why are you home so early?" Evelyn asked, her brows knitting with concern. Typically, it was Evelyn who went to pick up the kids before Thalassa got off work.

“Are you worried they gave me the boot?" Thalassa chuckled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

In the past five years, Evelyn's greatest fear had been Thalassa losing her job. If that happened, they'd be up a creek without a paddle.

“No, darling, I'm just scared you ran into some trouble," Evelyn said, her gaze soft and full of maternal love.

Back in the day, they pinched pennies, but now they were sitting pretty—no need to panic, right?

"I'm fine, Mom. Everything's peachy as long as you're by my side," Thalassa said, hugging Evelyn tightly.

After all, a kid with their mom is a blessed thing indeed.

“Alright, sweetie, you're carrying a little one now. Go rest in your room," Evelyn suggested.

With an obedient smile, Thalassa let go of her mother and headed to her bedroom.

After the emotional roller coaster of the day, Thalassa was indeed exhausted. Lying on her bed, she drifted off to sleep in no time.

Evelyn tidied up the living room and settled on the couch for a brief respite when the cell phone in Thalassa’s handbag began to ring.

Who could be calling?

Evelyn fetched the phone from the handbag, puzzled by the unknown number flashing on the screen without a saved contact name.

Maybe it's a scam call, she thought.

But the phone kept ringing persistently.

Worried it might be something urgent from Thalassa's company, Evelyn decided to answer.

As soon as the call connected, she was met with the vitriolic tirade of an angry old man.

"Thalassa, you little tramp, just like your mother! You had the nerve to get Lysander to throw me in jail! Just you wait—I'll spill every dirty little secret your mother had with me!"

The words were a barrage of scorn and arrogance, each one striking Evelyn like a physical blow.

It was Bruce's voice, spewing venom at Thalassa!

Seething with rage, Evelyn shot back, "Bruce, you bastard, you deserve it! Thalassa's not your daughter, stop harassing her!

Lysander did the world a favor locking you up. Go to hell!"

With that, she hung up, her breath coming in ragged huffs.

That scoundrel Bruce, hadn't he done enough damage?

And now he was after her daughter!

Her poor Thalassa, always looked down upon by Lysander due to her past with Bruce.

Evelyn had seen the way Lysander looked at Thalassa—it was clear as day he had feelings for her.

If he loved Thalassa, why not marry her?

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She'd tell Lysander the truth—Thalassa wasn't Bruce's daughter!

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With a sense of urgency, Evelyn dashed out the door and hailed a cab to Royal Estates.