Chapter 309

Thalassa propped Evelyn up, completely shell-shocked by what was going on in front of her.

Evelyn herself couldn’t believe there was someone even more pissed off than her.

But this level of anger seemed way over the top. If things kept going this way, it was gonna hit the fan.

Thalassa watched as Lysander gave Bruce a good pasting, just like someone pounding a punching bag.

At first, Bruce tried to beg for mercy, but now he was so beat up, he was ready to drop at any moment.

If this kept up, he could really be in danger of kicking the bucket!

Thalassa let go of Evelyn in a hurry and grabbed Lysander’s arm, but he was still on the verge of landing another punch on Bruce.

Just when his fist was about to smash into Bruce’s chest, Thalassa cried out, “Stop!”

Lysander’s fist stopped just inches away from Bruce’s chest. He turned to look at her.

His usually deep eyes were now like a raging beast, blood-red, revealing the ferocity and cruelty of a beast.

His gaze was like a cold blade, like it could pierce through a person’s heart.

Thalassa got the chills from his look, feeling a cold shiver run from her spine to her head.

Lysander’s eyes were really freaking scary.

And Bruce, in his grip, had already blacked out, with blood continuously flowing from his mouth.

If he didn’t get medical attention soon, he could seriously be pushing up daisies, and Lysander would be charged with killing a man.

Fighting off her panic, Thalassa urgently said, “Mr. Sinclair, don’t hit him anymore. He might die if this goes on. Let’s just drop it, we won’t hold it against you, and thanks for standing up for my mom.”

Seeing the clear panic and anxiety in Thalassa’s eyes, Lysander gritted his teeth, his face as cold as ice. He let go of Bruce and stalked off.

As he walked past Thalassa, the breeze he stirred up was cold against her face.

Thalassa shivered.

Without Lysander’s support, Bruce collapsed to the ground, convulsing constantly.

Thalassa quickly yelled, “Is anyone here? Call an ambulance, hurry!”

Her voice was filled with urgency and panic.

All of her words reached Lysander’s ears, who hadn’t gotten far.

His heart clenched sharply, the chill around him growing even colder, as if it could freeze everything.

But he didn’t stop, quickly leaving the scene.

Lysander walked through the mall, his body giving off an icy aura that made everyone give him a wide berth.

They could all feel the strong and icy vibe from him. It was clear he was not someone to mess with.

People made way for him, not daring to get close.

Just then, three kids dashed out from the rest area.

‘Mommy, I want my mommy!” A chubby little girl ran ahead, flapping her short legs and whining.

Two other kids were following her, chasing after her.

It was Elowen, Dorian, and Sophia.

Being shorter, they couldn’t see the obstacles ahead.

Suddenly, the little girl bumped into Lysander’s leg, crying out in pain.

“Ouch, that hurts.” Elowen covered her head with her small hand, her lips pursed. She looked ready to cry.