Chapter 225


    Chapter 225 Marrying The Wrong Man


    Lysander repeated her thoughts to Daphne.


    When Daphne first heard Josiah’s name, her expression imhediately shifted.


    But when Lysander finished exining the n, Daphne’s brow, knotted like a hemp rope, instantly


    rxed.


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    Daphne patted her chest. “All right, leave this matter to me.”


    “Don’t rush. To get this thing done, the most important thing is–we have to make Prisci give up.”


    After work, Lysander got in touch with Prisci.


    The two arranged to meet at a café near the hospital after work.


    But even when Prisci was sitting across from her, Lysander still couldn’t recognize her.


    This emaciated, pale woman in front of me… Is she the cherished daughter that Dr. Ziegler raised with


    his own hands?


    Due to her pregnancy, Prisci was wearing arge dress, which draped over her body like a huge


    sack.


    She was really too thin, which made her stomach look exceptionallyrge.


    Even though it had only been four months, and even if she was carrying twins, her belly wouldn’t be


    this big.


    Prisci seemed to know that her current image wasn’t looking too good, so she felt somewhat self-


    conscious as she greeted Lysander, “Hi, Lysander.”


    Her voice was even hoarse.


    It sounded as if she had just been crying.


    Lysander quickly called the waiter over, first serving her a cup of warm water.


    “Prisci, how did you end up like this?”


    Prisci seemed to have be somewhat numb and spoke slowly. “Arguing all day, every minute,


    every second. I’m tired.”


    “With your


    mother–inw?” Lysander asked.


    “And his three aunts, and his niece.


    Lysander listened and was shocked. “Where exactly are you living now?”


    The house in his hometown.”


    “Over at Purdina?”


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    Lysander’s heart sank. “Does your dad know?”


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    “I wouldn’t dare letting him know. My dad is getting old. Lysander, as you know, my mom passed away


    early. My dad raised me alone, acting as both a father and a mother. If he sees me in my current state,


    he will go crazy.”


    When Prisci said these words, her expression was very calm.


    She was like a ve who had been oppressed to the point of losing her soul, a walking dead who had


    be numb to both pain and curses.


    “Lysander, could you please not tell my dad that you met me today?”


    Lysander asked with a heavy heart, “So, until when do you n to keep this a secret?”


    “I really don’t know, I will hide it for as long as I can.” Prisci gave a bitter smile. “Lysander, actually


    even if you didn’t look for me, I would havee to find you. I have a favor to ask of you.”


    “Tell me.”


    “Could you help me to go… together with my child when I go intobor?”


    “Are you crazy?” Lysander quickly grabbed her thin hand and anxiously said, “Prisci, calm down first.


    Exin to me why they sent you to live in the countryside, and why have you be so thin?”


    Prisci slowly raised her eyes.


    Lysander watched her expression, observing her gaze shift from nkness to helplessness, and finally


    to despair. Regardless of how others looked at her, she sobbed uncontrobly in Lysander’s arms.


    Judging by Prisci’s demeanor, it seemed that she would need more time to talk things out..


    Lysander booked a room at a nearby hotel, hailed a cab, and took Prisci to the hotel.