Chapter 883


    Lysander''s childhood was marred by the constant bickering of his parents, a situation that ended with


    their sudden departure from his life.


    The absence of paternal and maternal affection turned him into a colder, more aloof and ruthless


    individual than most.


    Yet, the daughter of the man responsible for the ruin of his family and the death of his parents, had


    borne him four children.


    Those four children were so adorable that Zephyr barely had enough time to shower them with love.


    How could he stand watching them grow up like Lysander did, deprived of parental affection?


    But how could Lysander handle himself?


    Every day, he faced the daughter of his enemy, watching her interact joyfully with their children,


    witnessing the deep bond between mother and kids.


    But what could he possibly do?


    After all, Thssa was the biological mother of the children.


    These were all Lysander''s karma.


    "Grandpa, you should just rx and enjoy your golden years at the Sinir''s house. Don''t worry about


    anything else. Take care of your health and don''t give me any reason to worry," Lysanderforted


    Zephyr.


    "I''ll handle everything else."


    Zephyr sighed, "Well, you''re thirty now and capable of standing on your own. I trust you''ll handle things


    appropriately and not fall for Thssa."


    Love was the final boundary. If he crossed, there would be no turning back.


    As long as he guarded his heart and didn’t fall for Thssa, what was the harm in spending a lifetime


    dealing with her?


    But Zephyr feared Lysander’s defense would crumble, in which case he would follow in his father''s


    footsteps.


    "Alright," Lysander agreed.


    As Thssa was enjoying a meal with the children, a man with a refined air and a constant gentle


    smile on his lips approached, "May I join you?"


    Thssa looked up and recognized the man as Callum, whom she had just been introduced to by


    Ethan.


    Before she could respond, her daughter, Elowen, pointed to an empty spot next to her and chirped,


    "Sir, you can sit here. No one''s sitting here."


    Callum turned his gaze to Elowen, whose chubby little face was smeared with crumbs and there was


    cream stained on her cherry lips. Herrge, innocent eyes were as clear as a spring brook.


    That was so adorable.


    He found his heart melting at her cuteness. He couldn’t help but pat her little head gently and filled his


    voice with affection.


    "Thank you, sweetheart. You''re so pretty. I wish I had a daughter as beautiful as you," he said as he


    took the seat next to Elowen, looking at her with a gentle and loving smile.


    Elowen felt a sense of familiarity. As she giggled, her brows curled up in a way that was irresistibly


    cute, "Sir, are you my mom''s friend?"


    "Yes, I want to talk to your mom about something," Callum replied, his soft voice sweetening itself


    unconsciously.


    The presence of a child he liked made his voice alter.


    "Oh, what do you want to talk about?" Elowen asked curiously.


    The other three children also looked at Callum with curiosity.


    Thssa was surprised. She just met Callum for once and they barely knew each other. So what could


    he possibly want to talk to her about?


    "Do you mind if I have a private chat with your mom?" Callum asked Elowen, his eyes twinkling with


    amusement. He also nced at the other three kids to seek their approval.


    There was no denying that he had a knack for making children feelfortable, especially with his


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    warm, inviting smile.


    "A private chat? That sounds fun! So you will chat privately with my mom and we will guess what you''re


    talking about, right?" Elowen''s eyes lit up with curiosity.


    "That sounds fun. Go on, talk to my mom," Dorian urged with a hint of interest in his voice.


    "Alright then," Callum replied with a smile. He leaned in towards Thssa, ready to whisper.


    Sitting between Elowen and Thssa, he was perfectly positioned to lean towards Thssa. He was


    taller than her, so he only had to incline his body slightly to reach her ear.


    Thssa stiffened at his scent in proximity.


    Just then, Lysander emerged from the conference room. His intense gaze fell upon the scene unfolding


    before him. His eyes instantly frosted over and chilled to the core.