Chapter 671


    She hadn’t seen Bruce in a while, so the only exnation she could think of was her mother’s


    meddling.


    Lysander had never liked her. Now, he probably thought she’d given his money to Bruce for a luxury


    mansion.


    And he would think that she was sticking around just to bleed him dry.


    She was no better than Bruce in his eyes, or perhaps even worse. He must loathe her by now.


    No wonder he told her she could never hope to be Mrs. Sinir. Anyone could aspire to that


    position, anyone but her. She simply wasn’t good enough.


    He hadn’t killed her yet, and that was the greatest kindness he could show her.


    Lysander didn’t return to their room that night. Thssa wanted to leave, but it waste and the driver


    had already gone home. Even if she managed to leave the Royal Estates, there were no cabs on the


    road.


    She’d have to wait until morning.


    Sitting on the edge of her bed, her mind was a whirlwind of anxiety and confusion.


    If Lysander wasn’t in the master bedroom, where was he?


    She didn’t dare go looking for him.


    In the end, Thssa sumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep; but it was a restless slumber.


    She woke up at six in the morning, hurriedly got dressed, and went downstairs.


    Seeing Fitch tidying up the dining table, she asked, “Where’s Lysander?”


    “Lysander left a while ago.” Fitch replied, “He skipped breakfast and seemed upset. Did you two have a


    fight?”


    Thssa felt her heart sink at his question. She wasn’t sure how to respond, so she simply said, “No.”


    How could she and Lysander have a fight? There was no such thing in their rtionship.


    Fights happened between equals, couples, or spouses.


    But she and Lysander were neither a couple nor equals. There was no room for fights.


    Instead of rushing to work, Thssa waited for the kids to wake up and had breakfast with them. She


    then apanied Fitch as he drove them to school.


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    It was only after she watched them walk into the kindergarten that she left for work.


    Dn arrived in the morning. Luckily, Thssa had figured out all the problems on the test paper the


    night before, so tutoring him was smooth sailing.


    “Ma’am, did you not sleep well? You’ve got dark circles under your eyes. You look like a roon,”


    Dn asked curiously, tilting his little head.


    Thssa snapped back to reality. She gave him a distracted smile, “Yes, I didn’t sleep well.”


    “Why? Was it because of my test paper?” Dn asked innocently. Before Thssa could respond, he


    added, “I wish my parents were as dedicated as you. They don’t love me; that’s why they don’t spend


    time with me.”


    The little boy’s eyes dimmed, his mouth pouting in sorrow.


    “Your parents do love you, Dn. They just have their own ways of showing it.” Thssa reassured


    him. She couldn’t let him grow up believing his parents didn’t care for him. It wouldn’t be good for his


    development.


    “Ma’am, do you have kids?” Dn asked.


    Thssa’s smile softened, “Yes, I do. Her name is Elowen.”


    “Elowen? We have a girl named Elowen Sinir in our ss. Her name is also Elowen.” Dn chimed


    in. His eyes, lit up when he mentioned Elowen.


    Thssa realized then that Lysander had changed their kids’st name to his own.


    He had made such a major decision, changing the children’sst name, without consulting her. If she


    hadn’t heard it from Dn, she wouldn’t even have known. Thssa felt a deep pang of sorrow and


    helplessness. From the moment Lysander took their children away, she’d lost all rights to make


    decisions for them.


    “That’s my daughter. She’s taken her father’sst name now. Do you think Elowen is cute?” Thssa


    asked Dn, pushing down her sorrow for the moment.