Chapter 1165

Curiosity got the better of Thalassa as she pondered how Lysander had pinpointed her location with such precision, especially given that she hadn’t even picked up the only phone when he called.

Gazing into her eyes with his deep-set ones, Lysander said, “Atticus tracked your cell’s location.”

It wasn’t just a single call he had made to her; it was over a dozen. Each call went through, but she hadn’t answered any.

This unusual occurrence tipped Lysander off that something was wrong.

He had Atticus trace Thalassa’s phone and send him the coordinates.

By the time he made that last call to her, he was already speeding toward the cemetery.

As his car neared its destination, the sight of flames was reaching for the sky above the gravesite. He was desperate so he floored the pedal to get there as fast as possible.

Thalassa understood and nodded. Her narrow escape from death owed as much to Lysander’s timely rescue as it did to her son’s intervention.

been greeted by nothing more

were you at Leopold’s grave at this hour?” Lysander’s handsome face hardened, his aura chilling the air around them like a

intention of being here so late, believe me. It was a spooky pitch-black place without a single streetlight. I was there because Debby was on was trying to

him?” Lysander asked, his voice cold as ice.

by his abrupt detachment, Thalassa

question was that?

he think she wanted

course not. Why else would I be screaming

driven to extremes by grief. But Lysander? He was usually so composed and icy. Now he seemed to be

was basically asking if she wanted to die, wasn’t it’

sent shivers down Thalassa’s spine.

a bit, but his chiseled face remained as stern as ever.

what she’s done!” Lysander’s chilling words echoed

ran through Thalassa, and she asked cautiously, “What are

the law. Thalassa was no saint, and she knew Debby should take the toll.

an act of solo madness, Thalassa didn’t want Debby’s

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