Lysander's chilly eyes narrowed, his hands gripping the wheels of his wheelchair, ready to push himself towards Thalassa.

"Thalassa!" Callum, quick on his feet, rushed forward to support Thalassa. His voice was laced with concern, "Thalassa, are you badly hurt? Should I take you to the hospital right now?"

Thalassa swallowed hard, her throat aching as if slashed by a knife, her heart constricting with pain. Her voice trembled as she replied, "No need, I'll just head home, clean the wound with some antiseptic, and slap on a band-aid."

She steadied herself, silently slipping her hand out of Callum's grasp. With her back to Lysander, she could feel his cold, merciless stare piercing through her.

It sent chills down her spine and a stabbing pain in her heart.

Without looking back or catching Lysander's eye, she stumbled forward.

faltering steps. Knowing she wouldn't want his

watched as Callum and Thalassa's

tense, his eyes cold, and his cold aura was nearly enough to freeze the air around him. Rosalind, ever so observant, noticed Lysander's instinctive move to

- Lysander hadn't moved on from Thalassa. He was angry when Thalassa was close to Callum, and he was nervous enough to clench his fists when she was in danger. Despite thinking Thalassa

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first ten million, then upping it to a hundred million, showcasing a greed that knew no bounds. Even if they had given her all that money, she wouldn't have simply let Thalassa go -

used reverse psychology, feigning indifference to trick the kidnapper into believing that killing Thalassa would only make her a tool in a murder, leading

maneuver ensured that Thalassa could leave there

his wisdom to protect Thalassa's personal

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