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…”

which Lysander had just choked her could have easily been fatal. Thalassa tried to stand, her hands pressing against the

extended his hand, Thalassa managed to

his hand and said, “Ms. Everhart, it’s getting late.

he left.

as

about letting the elderly rest in peace echoed in her mind, causing her heart to ache with a pain that

wall, taking one shaky step after another towards

towards the hospital entrance, only to see Lysander’s sleek black Rolls-Royce drive off, followed by an ambulance.

body, which was on its way to the Sinclair’s

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