The little boy nestled into Joshua's arms, his small frame shivering and hiccuping silently, as if terrified of making any sound. He looked like a tiny creature about to be caught, trembling with fear yet too scared to even whimper, evoking a deep sense of pity.

Thalassa, pushing Lysander in his wheelchair, approached, and Joshua, with a tone filled with gratitude, said to Lysander, "Lysander, I really owe you one this time. Without your help, I'd still be at a loss." "It was nothing," Lysander replied, his voice steady.

He had received a call from Joshua asking for assistance at the orphanage, and since Thalassa was home, he decided to bring her along. After all, this was somewhat related to Thalassa's family issues as well. And having Thalassa witness Susan being taken away was, in a way, closure for her.

Joshua, with a nod and a smile, finally made eye contact with Thalassa, as if truly noticing her for the first time, his expression softening with concern, "Thalassa, how have you been lately?"

Thalassa didn't blame Joshua for only noticing her now, considering she had been invisible to him for the past thirty years. She could sense the perfunctory nature of his question, a courtesy because of Lysander.

Thalassa replied, "I'm doing just fine, thank you. Now, if you'd excuse us, he needs to rest." Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion, as she made

of sight. It was then that Reginald approached him, commenting, "Thalassa's getting

know anything, and watch your

could ever please Joshua. In Joshua's eyes, he was nothing. This realization was frustrating, but he remembered his mother's advice to avoid conflicts with Joshua at all costs. His mother, after all,

pride,

instincts on alert, she focused her attention and saw a woman carrying a toddler, heading towards the ground

woman was Angelina, Alaric's mother. What was she doing with a child? And that child erect

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