Chapter 153


    Lysander himself said he was not a fan of kids, thinking them too loud and annoying.


    If he knew she’d already had four of his kids, she couldn’t even begin to picture his reaction.


    Plus, Lysander was a big shot, steering the ship of a wealthy family, and he was the kingpin of Starhav


    en.


    Would he ever be into someone as in as her?


    She still didn’t quite get what Lysander meant by “taking responsibility“.


    Was he going to marry her orpensate her in some other way? If it’s justpensation, she wouldn


    ’t want it!


    She’d rather act like they’d never met and go their separate ways.


    But if he wanted to marry her, she could consider letting him gradually warm up to their four kids.


    After all, they’re his kids too.


    Even wild beasts don’t harm their own young.


    “What about that emerald pendant? Show it to me, what kind of emerald pendant is worth the cops


    ing to get you?” Evelyn said, fuming.


    Just because of an emerald pendant, her daughter lost three hundred dors and got arrested! It’s outr


    ageous!


    She was going to take that pendant and confront Greta, make her pay back the three hundred dors!


    Thssa said, “The emerald pendant was confiscated by the cops. It’s been returned to its original own


    er. Mom, let’s drop it, don’t make a fuss.”


    She went home, poured herself a ss of water, and drank it hurriedly.


    She hadn’t had a sip of water since morning.


    Seeing Thssa drink water so hastily, Evelyn knew she hadn’t eaten yet. She felt both sympathy and


    anger, “I’ll cook for you. Nice guys finishst! Without a man in the house, we’re easy prey. I’m going to


    teach Greta a lesson!”


    Evelyn grumbled as she walked into the kitchen.


    But Thssa was thinking about making Isabe pay!


    Isabe had crossed the line!


    In the hospital.


    Lysander arrived at the ward.


    Zephyr was by the bed taking care of Sybil.


    Zephyr, in a teal suit, with salt–and–pepper hair, was still in pretty good shape


    despite his age. Tall and imposing, his eyes were steady. His face might have had wrinkles, but he still


    had an air of authority.


    He was standing by the bed, tidying up Sybil’s nket.


    Sybil was half–lying on the bed, with an IV drip in her hand.


    Compared to Zephyr, Sybil’s hair waspletely white, her


    arms were saggy, and wrinkles were plenty. But her eyes were still bright, showing that she must


    have been a real beauty when she was young.


    Not far from the bed stood a young woman dressed to the nines, all branded, looking pretty.


    “Lysander, you’re here,” the woman turned around and


    saw Lysander, quickly rushing over to greet him.


    Lysander ignored her, walked straight to the bed, and asked with concern, “Granny, how’re you doing?”


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