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

wasn’t in the master

didn’t dare go looking for

exhaustion and fell asleep; but it was

in the morning, hurriedly got dressed, and went downstairs.

up the dining

left a while ago.” Fitch replied, “He skipped breakfast and seemed upset. Did you

wasn’t sure how to respond,

fight? There was no

equals, couples, or

neither a couple nor equals.

kids to wake up and had breakfast with them.

walk into

on the test paper the night

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

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