Chapter 545


    “I still don’t know.”


    But, whatever she set her mind to, she would do.


    Even if it meant banging her head against a brick wall, even if it meant crashing and burning, she


    wouldn’t cease.


    “We need to devise a foolproof n,” Hertha said, her tone cool but resolute. She had been moved by


    the determination in Thssa’s eyes.


    “Don’t worry, the kids won’t suffer in Lysander’s ce. They’re his flesh and blood, after all. Plus,


    they’re living in a mansion, tended by housekeepers. Their life is far better than here.”


    Herthaforted her by patting Thssa’s shoulder gently.


    Hertha was telling the truth. Thssa felt a bit relieved hearing them.


    Lysander’s living conditions were indeed far better than hers. The kids were living in spacious rooms,


    each one had their own; they wouldn’t need to cram like they used to with her.


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    And they wouldn’t need to live from hand to mouth.


    Knowing her children were receiving suchvish treatment brought a bitter-sweet feeling to Thssa.


    “Come on,


    cheer up. If you’re feeling down, let’s hit the bar for a drink. Let’s go loosen up a bit,” Hertha continued.


    Thssa was indeed in a state of panic. She needed to rx in order toe up with a n to see her


    children.


    She followed Hertha to the bar. It was a lively ce.


    The heavy metal music was ring; the dance floor was filled with young, beautiful people, swaying


    their bodies to the rhythm of the music.


    Thssa and Hertha were sitting a the bar and drinking quite a lot of whiskey.


    Whiskey was the perfect remedy for sorrow.


    After a few drinks, Thssa started feeling dizzy.


    Hertha, on the other hand, became more lively and rowdy.


    “Let’s go dance,” she suggested, pulling Thssa’s hand. “Let’s dance our worries away.”


    Thssa was too drunk to move; she was seeing double of everything around her.


    “I can’t, I can barely stand. You go ahead, I’ll wait here.”


    Seeing Thssa’s drunk state, Hertha did not push her,”Alright, stay put and don’t wander off.”


    With that, Hertha hopped off to the dance floor, joining the crowd.


    Thssa leaned her head on her hand, watching as the neon lights illuminated Hertha’s bubbly dance


    moves. The effect of the whiskey was hitting her hard.


    Her head was bing heavier and heavier the longer she sal.


    “Hey there, all alone?” a voice from the side tried to flirt.


    Thssa turned to see a young man in his twenties, fresh out of school, trying to pick up girls.


    Thssa smiled, “I’m a mother, you know.”


    “You’re funny.” The young manughed.


    “I’m not joking. My kid is almost your age,” Thssa slurred.


    His jovial expression dropped, “Are you trying toe on to me?”


    “Can’t handle it?” Thssa retorted.


    “Heh,e with me, let’s see who can’t handle it,” the young man said, his tone darkening as he tried


    to grab Thssa’s hand.


    Suddenly, Thssa was pulled back; a man stepped in front of her, shielding her from the young man.


    “She’s not someone you can touch!” he said in a cold voice.