Chapter 480
The doctor tended to Thssa''s facial wound and said, "The cut is deep; thankfully it didn''t puncture
and the bleeding was stopped in time.
Otherwise, it could be a real problem. You can''t take this lightly though; you need to take good
care of it. If it gets wet and bes infected, it''ll be tough to handle, and you''ll suffer a lot."
Lysander, who stood nearby, chimed in, "Will it leave a scar?"
His deep-set eyes were brooding, his handsome face cold, and an intimidating aura emanated from
him.
The surrounding air seemed to press down.
A weighty silence filled the room, making it hard to breathe.
The doctor cautiously replied, "That depends on the individual''s skin type, as well as how well they take
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care of the wound. Some people are prone to scarring; no matter how well they protect the wound,
they''ll still scar. Others, if they take good care of the wound, won''t leave a scar."
Lysander''s expression turned grim, and he said nothing.
The doctor, fearing he had said something wrong, became anxious.
The atmosphere was thick with tension and silence.
Thssa tried to lighten the mood hastily, so she said politely to the doctor, "Doctor, thank you. If
there''s nothing else, may I leave now?"
"There''s nothing else. Juste back in three days to change the dressing"
the doctor advised.
“Alright, thank you for your help; Thssa responded politely.
Lysander shot her a cold nce, and was the first out of the medical office.
Thssa quickly followed him like a child who had done something wrong.
The one who was injured was her, and if a scar was to be left, it would be on her.
Yet, why did it feel like Lysander was more upset than her?
Thssa followed him like a kitten, and when they reached the car, he got in first. She didn''t dare to
pause and quickly followed.
The car started up.
Lysander''s face was dark as thunder.
Thssa sat rigidly and held her breath. After all, when Lysander was in a bad mood, even her
breathing seemed to be a mistake.
“Where did you go this afternoon?" Lysander''s icy voice echoed in the car.
Thssa tensed, her mind racing to interpret the sudden question.
A cold realization dawned on her. Amelia had mentioned earlier that she had met with Leopold in the
afternoon.
Was he angry about that all this time?
In front of the seething Lysander, Thssa didn''t dare to make a wrong move. She lowered her head
slightly and said, “The Global Emporium."
Lysander''s frosty gaze swept over her face as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number, "Send me
the surveince footage from the Global Emporium this afternoon within ten minutes"
He was checking the surveince footage!
Thssa was so nervous that she became deadpanned; her breath almost stilled.
Once the surveince was checked, nothing could be hidden.
A storm was likely on its way.
In less than ten minutes, Lysander received the surveince footage.
Thssa had walked into a café and sat down with Bruce. They spoke about something, but the
surveince was silent, so there was no audio.
Their conversation hit a snag. Thssa left in a huff, and the coffee a waiter was carrying got spilled on
her.
Bruce followed her out and tried to manhandle her, but she resisted. Bruce was relentless.
Leopold appeared, pulled Bruce away, and rescued her.
The whole incidentsted less than twenty minutes. After that, Thssa received a phone call and left
in a taxi.
Not only had she met with Leopold today, but also Bruce!
Lysander shot Thssa a piercing look, “The coffee on you wasn''t spilled by yourself, huh?"
His prolonged tone was a clear indication of his anger.
Thssa felt a strong, icy wave of anger washed over her. Her body ached under such chillness.
She shrunk back, meekly saying, "I was trying to end things with Bruce today, but he wouldn''t let go.
He kept pestering me, and luckily Leopold was there to help me out. I left immediately after that, didn''t
linger there for a second."
She was telling the truth. She was really trying to sever ties with them.
She didn''t mean to lie to him.