Chapter 1296

Thalassa’s gaze on Susan was like staring at a snake in the grass. With each smug curl of Susan’s lips, a smoldering anger built within her, itching to leap forth in the form of a stinging slap across her smirking face.

And then there were the others, Lucy and Bruce, tightening her chest with scorn.

But Ethan was right. Even if she couldn’t muster the will to do it for herself, she had to think about her children.

Swallowing the bile of her rage, Thalassa spoke up, “Mr. Ethan’s right. The flowers were meant for Susan, as a thank you for saving Lysander.”

Susan reared up like she’d been struck by lightning, her face twisting into an ugly snarl as she pointed accusingly at Thalassa. “Thank me? What right have you to thank me on behalf of Lysander? You’re nothing to him. Just a plaything he hasn’t grown tired of yet. Soon enough, he’ll kick you to the curb. And here you are, shamelessly offering thanks in his stead. How dare you?”

Bolstered by her act of heroism, Susan’s arrogance knew no bounds.

with Ethan present,

Lysander’s eyes, Thalassa was an attempted murderer while she was his

her was undeniable, a sentiment recently affirmed when he had sent her

biting back her fury while addressing Susan, but the latter’s vitriolic accusations were the last straw. With a rage that burned like wildfire and threatened to

swift motion, her hand flew out and “smack!”—the slap cracked across Susan’s cheek with an echo that reverberated

face jerked to the side, her eyes wide with shock, her cheek stinging fiercely as a ringing filled

from Lysander as precious as a golden apple from Greek mythology, stood frozen. She

face was violently turned aside by Thalassa’s blow.

in Lucy’s hand hovered

the same daughter currently held in high esteem by Lysander, the daughter upon whom Bruce was pinning his hopes

Evelyn’s offspring from an affair, had dared to strike his

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