Chapter 694


    The ringing of the phone also caught Thssa’s attention.


    It was a tone she was familiar with, her own ringtone. Her phone was on the bedside table, within arm’s


    reach. Temporarily letting go of her children, she picked it up and saw her boss, Ethan’s name on the


    screen.


    She swiped to answer.


    Before Thssa could even offer him a greeting, Ethan’s voice filled the room. “Thssa, just stay


    home and rest. Don’t worry abouting to work until you’re fully recovered.”


    Thssa was taken aback. How did Ethan know she was hurt?


    She had taken a day off yesterday, but she hadn’t informed Ethan about her injury.


    There was only one person who could have informed Ethan, resulting in such a considerate response


    from him: Lysander.


    Without thinking, Thssa nced over at Lysander. However, his deep gaze was already on her.


    Their eyes met, and Thssa’s breath hitched, causing her heartbeat to flutter like a plucked string on


    a guitar.


    Lysander’s gaze was as intense and unfathomable as the man himself. It was not something she could


    Swiftly, she looked away and continued her conversation with Ethan. “I understand, Mr. Ethan. I will


    rest and try to get back to work as soon as I can.”


    “Your health is important. This is considered a work-rted injury, so you’re entitled to paid leave. So,


    don’t rush.” The concern in Ethan’s voice was evident.


    Thssa was not one to take advantage of other people’s kindness. She had injured herself while


    hiking on her day off. How could that be considered a work-rted injury?


    “Mr. Ethan, how can this be considered a work-rted injury? You should still deduct my sry for the


    day.”


    “Any injury that urs during your employment period is considered work-rted. I need to head into a


    meeting now, so take care. Goodbye.” With that brief exnation, Ethan hurriedly ended the call.


    Thssa was left a bit stunned.


    Had the definition of a work-rted injury changed?


    Or had she been misunderstanding it all this time?


    After setting her phone down, she saw Lysander stride over, leading the children by hand. His tone was


    stern, but not angry. “Let’s go downstairs for breakfast and then head off to school. We’re runningte.”


    “I want to go downstairs with Mommy.” Sophia refused to let go. Her tiny hand relentlessly gripped


    Thssa’s with all her strength.


    “Your mother can’t move around easily. Someone will bring her breakfast.” Lysander tried to reassure


    her.


    Sophia finally let go of Thssa’s hand, but as she left, she cast a worried nce back at Thssa.


    Thssa understood. Sophia was worried that she would be hungry. That was why she wanted to go


    downstairs with her.


    Her little angels were so considerate.


    Once the children and Lysander had left the room, Thssa sat alone on the bed, annoyed by herck


    of mobility.


    She felt so helpless.


    All she could do was sit there, feeling utterly bored.


    A whileter, a maid brought up her breakfast on a beautiful silver tray.


    With the maid’s help, Thssa moved to the small table, but after taking one look at her breakfast, she


    couldn’t believe how nd it was.


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    in oatmeal with steamed vegetables? Even her beverage was just a cup of milk.


    Thssa was a fan of spicy food. Even when she had oatmeal, she would have it sprinkled with


    jpenos.


    This was too nd. She had no appetite for such a meal.


    As the maid was about to leave, Thssa stopped her. “Could I get some jpenos, please?”


    The maid hesitated. “I’m sorry, Ms. Everhart, but Lysander instructed that you shouldn’t have anything


    spicy.”


    “Why?”


    “You need to watch your diet when you’re injured. It’smon sense.” Lysander’s authoritative voice


    echoed in the room, seemingly drawing nearer every second.