Chapter 1297
Thalassa gripped Ethan’s hand, urgency etched across her face as she attempted to rush him out of the ward to tend to the burn on his back.
Just as they reached the threshold, a formidable presence loomed over them.
She nearly collided with the figure stepping through the door. Halting abruptly, Thalassa lifted her gaze and met the piercing eyes of Zephyr.
Dressed in a button-up with short sleeves, his attire was traditional with a serious edge. Despite his years, an aura of authority seemed to radiate from him.
His eyes were sharp as a hawk’s, giving Thalassa a cursory glance before settling on her hand intertwined with Ethan’s.
His gaze darkened and turned icy.
Feeling her heart sink under that intense stare, Thalassa hadn’t even processed her discomfort when another man showed up. Tall and foreboding, he wore a crisp black shirt, exuding an air of nobility and depth.
It was Lysander!
The sight of him immediately made Thalassa’s tense. She realized she was still holding Ethan’s hand and quickly let go as if it were a hot potato.
She averted her gaze to the wall, unable to meet the eyes of either Zephyr or Lysander.
Ethan was the first to speak up, “Susan’s family just had an accident with some boiled water that spilled on me. Thalassa just wanted to get me to a doctor.”
Perhaps Zephyr’s intent was indecipherable to them, but Lysander’s icy, oppressive gaze was not lost on Ethan.
Lysander had never truly cared for any woman other than Thalassa. His possessiveness over Thalassa was so intense it bordered on the extreme.
A mere lingering glance from another man at Thalassa was enough for him to wish he could gouge out the offender’s eyes, let alone someone touching her hand.
Zephyr gave Ethan a cursory glance and, continued into the room without a word.
Thalassa quickly stepped aside to clear the way.
“Oh Mr. Sinclair, thank you so much for coming. I’m sure Susan will recover much faster with you coming to visit,” said Bruce, whose face had twisted from ferocity to a sycophantic smile upon their arrival.
Thalassa felt a wave of disgust. She couldn’t understand how a societal leech like Bruce, who had ruined countless women and tormented so many families, could still be thriving.
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Chapter 1297
Susan had been boiling with rage, ready to unleash a torrent of curses on Thalassa and even considering using a broom to beat her senseless.
Her eyes had locked on the broom leaning against the wall, her impulses gearing up to act, when Zephyr and Lysander appeared.
In an instant, her anger and ferocity vanished, replaced by a display of tears and a pose of
victimhood.
“Oh Mr. Sinclair, you’re here. I’ve been nearly tortured to death by Thalassa. Just because I saved Lysander, Thalassa has held a grudge against me, claiming I ruined her plans. She came to the hospital to trouble me, and look what she did to my face…”
Susan spoke while deliberately showing them her swollen cheek marked by distinct handprints, resembling a mountain range stamped onto her face.
Exuding a solid and composed aura, Zephyr finally spoke, “The Sinclair family will ensure you receive the best medical care and will provide additional security to safeguard you from now on.”
Lysander was not only the CEO of Sinclair Group but also a decorated military veteran. Having neutralized numerous enemies in his past, he had made many adversaries.
It was only logical that the Sinclairs would not stand by idly after Susan had saved Lysander, considering someone might be targeting him with ulterior motives.
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