Chapter 671

She hadn’t seen Bruce in a while, so the only explanation she could think of was her mother’s meddling.

Lysander had never liked her. Now, he probably thought she’d given his money to Bruce for a luxury mansion.

And he would think that she was sticking around just to bleed him dry.

She was no better than Bruce in his eyes, or perhaps even worse. He must loathe her by now.

No wonder he told her she could never hope to become Mrs. Sinclair. Anyone could aspire to that position, anyone but her. She simply wasn’t good enough.

He hadn’t killed her yet, and that was the greatest kindness he could show her.

Lysander didn’t return to their room that night. Thalassa wanted to leave, but it was late and the driver had already gone home. Even if she managed to leave the Royal Estates, there were no cabs on the road.

She’d have to wait until morning.

on the edge of her bed, her mind was a whirlwind of anxiety and confusion.

Lysander wasn’t in the master bedroom, where

didn’t dare go looking for

succumbed to her exhaustion and

morning, hurriedly got dressed, and went

tidying up the dining table,

ago.” Fitch replied, “He skipped breakfast and seemed upset.

wasn’t sure how

a fight? There was no such thing

happened between equals, couples, or

were neither a couple nor equals. There was no

waited for the kids to wake up and had breakfast with them. She then accompanied Fitch as

after she watched them walk into the kindergarten that

had figured out all the problems on the test

well? You’ve got dark circles under your eyes. You look like a raccoon,” Dylan asked curiously, tilting his little

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