Chapter 373


    Fitch shook his head, “Mr. Sinir made it clear that without his permission, you’re not to step foot in


    the front yard.”


    Thssa was speechless.


    The backyard was barren, only filled with ragged antiques.


    It was inedible, undrinkable, and unable to provide warmth.


    Was Lysander’s intention to lock her in the backyard, starve her, and freeze her to death?


    Angrily, she turned and returned to her cabin in the backyard.


    In the blink of an eye, afternoon arrived.


    For two days, Thssa hadn’t had a grain of rice nor a drop of water.


    Hunger clouded her vision and weakened her body.


    Any movement caused stars to dance before her eyes.


    She was wrong, she thought Lysander would at least care about her well-being.


    She didn’t expect Lysander to be capable of such heartlessness.


    He didn’t care whether she lived or died!


    Threatening him with her own body was a ridiculous mistake!


    If it continued like this, she would starve to death.


    No, she couldn’t die!


    Her children, what would be of them?


    With wobbly legs, Thssa managed to leave the cabin and reach the backyard, where the setting sun


    was not too intense.


    The warm/rays gave her a bit of strength.


    But without food, she wouldn’t survive. She wasn’t a tree, capable of photosynthesis to create


    nutrients.


    In her moment of helplessness, she spotted some mushrooms growing on a small tree.


    The mushrooms, white and tender, looked delicious.


    Starving, Thssa immediately plucked the mushrooms, dusted them off, and began to chew.


    Juicy and tasty, it was quite satisfying.


    After eating a few, the intense hunger subsided a bit, giving her somefort.


    But the mushrooms were limited. If she ate them all at once, she would have none left when hunger


    struck again.


    She left the remaining mushrooms to grow and returned to her cabin.


    Sitting in her chair, she soon felt light and airy, as if floating.


    The room full of antiques seemed to transform into mushrooms.


    She thought of herself as a little angel in heaven, amb by the goddess’ side.


    She imagined herself floating on clouds, surrounded by tender mushrooms.


    Thssa reached out to pluck another mushroom, but it was too hard and she spat it out, tossing it


    away.


    Something shattered.


    She didn’t hear it, and continued to try the next mushroom. Again it was too hard, and she tossed it


    away.


    Here, not only were there mushrooms, but also cabbages, big ones.


    She took a bite of the cabbage. It was too dry like chewing on paper, so she tossed it away too.


    Then, Lysander returned from work, looking weary and irritable.


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    He asked, “How is she?”


    Fitch answered respectfully, “She stayed in the backyard all day. She didn’t cause any trouble and


    didn’t ask for food.”


    Two days without food or drink, and she didn’t cause a fuss?


    Lysander’s eyes darkened. He opened the back door and headed towards the backyard.


    Before he even entered the cabin, he heard the sound of porcin and gems shattering. Lysander


    quickened his pace.