Chapter 666
The car pulled up in front of the opulent Royal Estates. First to step out was Lysander, followed closely
by Thssa. As they entered the grand foyer, their four little cherubs came rushing towards them in a
hriouspetition to see who could reach their mom first.
Thssa bent down to scoop up Sophia, who had won the race. Gently, she tucked a stray lock of hair
behind her daughter’s ear. Her voice was soft and affectionate as she said, “Did you have fun at
preschool today?”
“Yes, it was fun. Today, the teacher taught us how to restore old paintings. The teacher praised me and
said I was the best.” Sophia’s face beamed with delight. She was so proud that she couldn’t help but
share the good news with her mom.
“That’s my girl. You make Mommy so proud.” Thssa cooed, nting a quick kiss on her chubby little
cheek.
Sophia smiled shyly as her eyes sparkled with unparalleled happiness.
Meanwhile, Elowen was tugging at Thssa’s leg. Her small head tilted up to look at her mom as she
cutely said, “Me too. I’m good, too. The teacher said I’m really good at eating.”
She was desperate for her mom’s praise. Her plump little face was flushed with anticipation. Elowen
was enrolled in a gourmet appreciation ss. Apart from the usual lessons, her school day revolved
around food.
Elowen’s cute voice, coupled with her chubby cheeks and sparkling eyes, made her so adorable that
no one on earth could resist showering her with affection
Thssa couldn’t help but chuckle as she bent down to stroke Elowen’s face. “Yes, Elowen, you’re
amazing. You’re a real gourmet champion.”
“Mommy, I didn’t get any praise from the teacher.” Dorian said with a pout, looking dejected.
“It’s okay, Dorian. You’re an amazing big brother, and you take care of your sisters so well.” Thssa
Dorian’s face lit up. “Yes, yes, I love my sisters and my mommy the most.”
Thssa smiled warmly at her son’s deration.
Meanwhile, Atticus stood a little distance away from Thssa. He wasn’t looking at his mom, but rather
at Lysander. His gaze made it seem like he was alienating his father.
Lysander was also looking at him. Their eyes were locked; it was as if they were engaged in a silent
battle of wills.
Thssa noticed the tension and followed Atticus’ gaze. The sight of Lysander’s intense gaze fixed on
Atticus was a bit unsettling.
They were father and son, one with a gaze deep and brooding, the other with eyes youthful and
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stubborn. The air between them seemed to crackle as they each uttered an unspoken challenge to
each other.
Thssa stepped in, blocking Lysander’s view. She asked Atticus cautiously, “What’s wrong, sweetie?
Are you upset?”
The question was like a dam breaker. Atticus buried his face in Thssa’s leg as he expressed his
sorrow through a pained voice. “Dad took away all my tablets.”
He wanted to cry, but he was bravely holding back his tears.
Thssa felt sympathy wash over her. She quickly crouched down and ced Sophia gently on the
floor, then enveloped Atticus, in aforting hug. Softly, she asked, “What happened, baby? Tell
Mommy.”
Atticus didn’t respond, but his tiny body nestled against Thssa. He only acted vulnerable with his
mother.
Thssa held him close and stroked his back, offering silentfort. She wasn’t sure what had
happened, so she chose to stay quiet.
Lysander, on the other hand, walked over to the couch and took a seat. His authoritative presence filled
the room as he gave out an order to Fitch. “Tell the kitchen to prepare seafood tonight.”
“Of course, Lysander.” Fitch answered respectfully.
Although Lysander didn’t say anything, his aura alone was intimidating enough. Even though he was a
distance away from Thssa and the kids, his silent authority hung in the air, making it harder for
anyone to speak freely or even breathe.
With Atticus unwilling to talk, Thssa couldn’t force it out of him. All she could do was offer him a
<pforting embrace, hoping it would help him rx.