Chapter 841

“I promise you!” Lysander declared, his face somber and his words resolute.

Amelia finally released his arms.

Below the stairs, those persistent reporters were eager to get close and take pictures of Leopold.

Thalassa, summoning all her will, observed their movements. As one reporter suddenly made a move, she stepped forward to intervene.

But with her first step, she realized her body was weighing a ton. She couldn’t support her body, which nearly ached to the point of convulsion.

As she took her step, she found herself lurching forward.

A strong arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against a solid chest. The man’s robust scent filled her nostrils, carrying the unmistakable aura of masculine strength., Through blurred, tear–filled eyes, Thalassa looked up to see Lysander’s tense yet chiseled face.

Seeing him, her tears started flowing like a faucet; her heart ached as if stabbed with every breath she took.

The sight of her tears caused a sharp sting in Lysander’s heart.

He held her close, glancing at Leopold before his eyes turned a fiery red. He ordered his bodyguards, “Get the reporters out of here and secure the scene.”

The bodyguards swiftly moved in, dispersing the headline–hungry reporters. Cameras that had captured images were seized by the bodyguards. They also deleted the contents in it.

“Nobody is to release any news about this incident. Those who do will face the consequences,” the bodyguards warned.

Intimidated by the power of the Sinclair Group, the reporters dared not cross the line.

Thalassa clung tightly onto Lysander’s shirt, struggling with her inner pain. Her hands shook uncontrollably as tears streamed down her face.

Lysander supported her back and held her in arms; his voice became husky, “Everything will be alright.”

Just then, the ambulance arrived. Medical personnel rushed forward to assess Leopold’s condition.

After checking his pulse and heart, the doctor regretfully announced, “I’m afraid he’s gone. We should prepare for the next.”

Lysander tensed up at the words, his eyes clenching shut in pain.

Thalassa, who had been resting against Lysander, stiffened. A cold chill ran up her spine.

Her face twitched as she quickly pulled away from Lysander. She stumbled towards the doctor, clutching his sleeve as she pleaded through her tears, “You have to save him! How can you announce his death before you give it a try to save him? Please, save him!”

The doctor, who understood the pain of a grieved family, could only offer his condolences.

“No, my Leopold, you can’t be gone; you can’t leave me!” Amelia, who had been helped down the stairs by the staff, collapsed upon hearing the doctor’s words and threw herself onto Leopold’s body.

Amelia, who was experiencing an emotional collapse, flung herself in front of Leopold. She clutched his body, staggering with grief and nearly tearing her heart out.

The giant agony struck Thalassa’s heart. Her head spun, her face draining of color as the world turned black before her eyes.

Lysander caught her in his arms, his eyes were red with a profound pain.

Leopold’s body was taken away by the medical crew.

Amelia, unable to bear the shock, fainted and was taken to the hospital as well.

nstructed David to follow the ambulance to ensure Amelia’s safety.

The scene was quickly cleared by the staff od awake in her bed. Her consciousness returniki stongside an intense hearte