Chapter 630


    Thssa was down in the dumps and restless, unable to apany her friend Hertha in her pursuit of


    her Prince Charming.


    “Just go by yourself, Hertha. Good luck,” she muttered, opening the door to their shared apartment.


    Hertha, trailing after her, asked curiously, “What’s up, Thssa? Did something happen?”


    Hertha and Thssa were best friends. They knew each other inside out.


    Hertha noted Thssa’s unusual pallor. She’d been so immersed in her own world that she’d failed to


    check in on her friend. Now, seeing Thssa so disinterested in even going out, she realized


    something was amiss.


    Thssa plopped onto the couch, her eyes darting around aimlessly, lost as to where to start.


    Taking a seat beside her, Hertha nced around the room, asking, “Where’s Evelyn? Did she head


    back to Hollowbrook?”


    Mention of Evelyn sent Thssa spiraling further into despair, her eyes welling with tears.


    “Oh my, Thssa darling, what happened? Don’t cry. Tell me what’s wrong, and we’ll sort it out


    together,” Herthaforted, pulling her into a tight hug when she noticed Thssa’s tear-stained face.


    “What happened? The kids are with Lysander, right? He said you could visit them anytime. Evelyn too.


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    We need to stay positive for them to grow up healthy and happy,” Hertha soothed, patting Thssa’s


    back.


    She thought Thssa was still upset about Lysander taking the kids.


    Thssa collected herself, breaking away from the ‘hug to wipe her tears. “My mom’s been arrested.


    The Sinir family wants her in prison.”


    She knew Robert had been lying, but she didn’t know how to help Evelyn. That was what made her feel


    so helpless.


    Hertha’s eyes widened in shock, “What? How did this happen?”


    Thssa ryed the events of the past two days to Hertha.


    “Good heavens, Sybil passed away? Lysander’s grandparents raised him. He must be devastated. And


    he must loathe whoever caused her death,” Hertha gasped, her breath hitching.


    Thssa nodded. She felt the same grief, fear, confusion, shock, disbelief.


    “Lysander is heartbroken, and he mes me and my mom. I grieve for Grandma Sybil too, but


    something’s off. We need to find the real culprit to bring justice to Grandma Sybil,” Thssa


    murmured.


    Lysander and Zephyr were grieving and blinded by rage.


    Thssa could empathize with their feelings. But if she didn’t find proof of the truth, her mom would


    have been sentenced to prison. Evelyn was already in her fifties. Going to prison would have ruined the


    rest of her life. And Evelyn, being a woman, would have been terrified in such circumstances.


    “From what you’ve told me, Sophia saw Sybil trip over the couch and fall. But Robert insists that Evelyn


    pushed her, causing her to fall. Sophia’s just a kid. She wouldn’t lie. So, the liar must be Robert. Can’t


    we just investigate him?” Hertha proposed.


    That was precisely the problem.


    “Zephyr and Lysander firmly believe it’s my mom’s fault. They won’t investigate Robert,” Thssa


    sighed.


    “So, what do we do? If Sybil’s body is cremated tomorrow, it’ll be even harder to find evidence,” Hertha


    fretted, equally perplexed.


    Thssa looked down, feeling helpless. She was just one person with no one to back her up. How


    could she possibly stand up to the Sinir family and seek the truth?