Chapter 621

Their footsteps passed by Thalassa, heavy with an icy wind that cut across her face, sharp and cold.

Thalassa watched as they walked away, her gaze trailing their footprints until they were lost from sight.

Tears filled her eyes as she stared blankly at the then-deserted corridor.

A pair of leather shoes approached. Stopping beside her, a man’s voice rang out, “Ms. Everhart, may I assist you?”

Thalassa turned her stiff neck to look at the man. It was David.

With a dry swallow, she managed to get out, “I can do it… on my own…”

voice came out raspy, a sharp pain lacing every word. The force with which Lysander had just choked her could have easily been fatal. Thalassa tried to stand, her

but as he extended his hand, Thalassa

hand and said, “Ms. Everhart, it’s getting late. You should go

he

her legs shaking slightly as she stared at the

the elderly rest in peace echoed in her mind, causing her heart to ache

leaned against the wall, taking one shaky

to see Lysander’s sleek

which was on its way to the Sinclair’s

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