He simply picked up the suit jacket from the ground, pulled out a stack of photos from the pocket, and tossed them at her. The cold air around him was chilling, his face icy. âLook at these. Tell me what you owe me!â
Thalassa, confused and shocked, picked up the stack of photos scattered on her body, scanning each one. The more she looked, the more panic filled her heart.
The photos documented her whereabouts from a midday shopping trip to an afternoon visit to the hospital.
They included her checking out suits in designer stores, and finally visiting a tailor to have a suit custom-made, a blue one with gold thread. They also showed Bruce intercepting her in the hospital corridor, handing her a credit card.
Everything was clearly visible in the photos.
She couldnât believe it, and she was scared, her eyes wide as she looked at him. âYou had someone follow me?â
âTwenty-three years ago, your father Bruce cunningly got close to my mother, and deceived her out of a considerable amount of money. Now that money is in your hands. Do you enjoy spending other peopleâs money?â
Lysander leaned into her on the bed, his intimidating presence closing in, his big hand gripping her chin tightly.
The pain in her jaw, combined with his words, made Thalassaâs heart ache. It felt as if her blood was flowing from her feet to her head, and her body was numb.
Bruce.
Lysanderâs mother.
Twenty-three years ago.
Hearing these key words, Thalassa felt her blood race even faster, her body heating up.
She remembered Leopold once told her about Lysanderâs childhood.
Lysanderâs mother was deceived by a man when she was young. She gave that man a lot of money.
Later, she was desperate to elope with him. As a result, Lysanderâs father chased after her, resulting in a car accident in which both of them lost their lives.
Also, her mother, Evelyn, told her that when Evelyn found out she was pregnant with her and wanted to marry Bruce, she suddenly discovered that Bruce had deceived multiple women, one of whom was a wealthy lady.
Could this wealthy lady be Lysanderâs mother?
âWhy are you silent? How do we settle our scores?â Lysanderâs hand tightened on her chin, lifting her face to make her look directly at him.
The massive force was so painful that Thalassa felt her jaw was about to break. The pain was making her feel dizzy, and her mind was in a state of chaos.
Just a moment ago, she was full of energy. Now, she felt like a deflated balloon, her heart filled with fear. She was completely at a loss.
âI didnât know. I didnât know Bruce was the one who deceived your mother.â Thalassa was terrified, attempting to explain.
However, all her words seemed powerless in front of Lysander.
Even if she was unaware, she couldnât erase the harm Bruce had done to the Sinclair family.
Nor could she repay the lives of Lysanderâs parents.
âSo, youâve inherited your fatherâs style, playing both sides, havenât you?â Lysander gritted his teeth, his face dark as a stormy sky.
She was dating him while maintaining a complicated relationship with Leopold, even going to hotels!
He had overestimated her!
Lysanderâs anger was like a rolling volcano.
He gripped her chin tightly, as if he wanted to crush her.
Thalassaâs eyes filled with tears from the pain. She raised her hands to grip his hand tightly, trying to make him lessen his grip.
The pain in her chin was suffocating, piercing her heart, making every breath painful.
She knew that her current pain was nothing compared to the pain Lysander had experienced losing his parents at a young age.
âI didnât. Please let me go, let me leave. I promise, I will disappear from your world forever, never to appear before you again.â
Thalassa endured the pain, and every word she uttered was filled with agony.
She had to survive. She couldnât get hurt. There were four children waiting for her at home.
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