Chapter 1347

Susan’s eyes narrowed as she peered through the crack in the door, her gaze fixated on Lysander, whose normally stoic face was softened by a look of genuine concern.

And the object of his tenderness? The very woman Susan loathed to her core-Thalassa.

The sight twisted Susan’s heart into a tight knot of rage and venom.

Damn that Thalassa, why didn’t she just drop dead? With her frail, sickly act-whom was she trying to fool?

Was it all just to garner Lysander’s pity?

Susan watched, her breaths coming in harsh, ragged pulls as Lysander cradled Thalassa in his arms, his eyes revealing a depth of emotion he’d never shown before.

She seethed with a hatred so fierce it made her chest heave. But she couldn’t barge in now, not without facing Lysander’s wrath. He’d surely turn on her if she laid a finger on Thalassa.

resentment, Susan

didn’t matter. She had time on her side, and she’d make sure that Thalassa and Lysander’s

that Evelyn’s death had Lysander’s

for their mother’s demise, especially Thalassa, whose bond with

and the last person she could stomach was the ones who drove her

her vision swam and her legs buckled, almost sending her to the ground if not for

their strength and tension

same arms felt like chains,

consciousness clawed back into her mind, she weakly pushed against him, her effort barely

she accused, “You had always despised my mother. Now that she’s gone, you must be pleased.”

pressure against his arm as though it were a boulder crushing his chest, making it hard to breathe.

said, his

to the police station had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, especially since Bruce was locked up at the time, which should have meant safety for

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