Chapter 386

In the living room, only Thalassa and Hertha remained.

Hertha’s round eyes were filled with excitement as she pulled a chair next to Thalassa. With a jittery smile, she asked her, “Did you really smash Lysanders artifact?”

Thalassa nodded, her energy drained.

Hertha was flabbergasted, “Oh my gosh, Thalassa, I’m seriously in awe of you. After all this, Lysander hasn’t done anything to you. He must really adore you.”

Hertha was known for her dirty jokes.

Thalassa blushed at the comment, averting her gaze. She felt slightly embarrassed and guilty.

Seeing her blush, Hertha, as an adult, immediately understood. She gasped in surprise, “Don’t tell me you and Lysander have already, um?”

Before she could finish, Thalassa immediately covered her mouth. Glancing at the closed door, she whispered, “Keep it down.”

Even though Evelyn was usually very strict with Thalassa, deep down, she loved her. If she found out Thalassa was being bullied, Evelyn would undoubtedly confront the culprit without a second thought.

And that culprit was Lysander.

Lysander was the king of Starhaven. Who could possibly stand against him?

Hertha quickly nodded, signaling that she understood.

Thalassa then let go of her mouth.

Hertha leaned in closer. Curiosity and surprise were etched on her face, “Did Lysander gift you that BMW?”

Thalassa nodded and whispered, “I initially returned it, but he forced it on me. Don’t tell my mom. She thinks it’s a company car, and that I work at Leossa Tech.”

Hertha understood, and exclaimed in awe, “Lysander really treats you well. He forced upon you a million-dollar car. He really treasures you.”

Thalassa felt embarrassed and helpless, “Stop teasing me.”

Hertha slung an arm around Thalassa’s shoulder, smiling, “You should enjoy life while you can. Don’t worry about the outcome if there isn’t one yet. Lysander’s handsome and fit, and he’s at the top of the pyramid. His body is even better than a supermodel’s. Other women pay to see and touch supermodels, but you’re desired by a top-tier man. You get to admire Lysander’s handsome face daily, and touch his washboard abs that others can only dream of. Isn’t that great?” Although that was the case, her relationship with Lysander was not that simple.

If he was just attracted to her and wanted her to be his woman, things wouldn’t be so complicated.

The problem was, with the appearance of Bruce, Lysander found out that she was Bruce’s daughter.

He couldn’t forgive the daughter of a man who caused his parents’ death.

He kept her by his side, solely to vent his resentment.

Thalassa couldn’t share this with Hertha.

“It’s getting late, Hertha. Would you like to rest home or stay here?” Thalassa changed the subject.

“I should head back. My parents haven’t seen me in a few days. They must be worried.” Hertha stood up.

Thalassa walked her to the door.

Meanwhile, in the children’s room.

The dark night was bathed in a gentle moonlight, the room dimly lit. Two adorable children sat there, their innocent dark eyes shimmering in the night, smart and cute.

Dorian leaned towards Atticus, whispering, “Mom owes Lysander 100 million dollars. She’s really troubled.”

Atticus’ young face scrunched in worry. He was concerned for his mom.

“We need to help her, otherwise she’ll go to jail, Atticus said, seemingly wise beyond his years.

He had overheard Thalassa, Evelyn, and Hertha’s conversation earlier.

Lysander was keeping Mom from coming home, and if she didn’t comply, Lysander would demand 100 million dollars in compensation. If Mom couldn’t pay, she’d go to jail.

Even though Atticus was young, he knew what jail meant.