Chapter 945


    Thssa couldn''t help but let out a chuckle as she gently pinched Elowen''s chubby cheeks, "Mommy


    will be back soon, don''t worry."


    "Ms. Everhart, let me drive you," Fitch offered politely as he stepped forward.


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    "No need, you stay and look after the kids. The chauffeur can take me," Thssa replied.


    "The chauffeur took Lysander to the airport today; he''s on a business trip," Fitch informed her.


    Lysander was on a business trip?


    Thssa didn''t know a thing about it. A self-mocking smile curled at the edge of her lips. She wasn''t


    anyone of importance to Lysander; why would he inform her of his whereabouts?


    What did it matter if he was on a trip? Was there a need to tell her?


    She didn''t even have the right to know.


    "What about the children?" Thssa was uneasy.


    "There are plenty of staff in the house, so they''ll be fine," Fitch assured her.


    "Alright then," Thssa conceded to Fitch''s offer. If she had to make her own way, it would take a long


    time, and she had just started to regain some strength; her body was still weak and wouldn''t hold up for


    long walks.


    "Mommy,e back soon, we''ll be waiting," a tender little voice called out.


    Thssa turned back and found the four little ones standing in a line at the entrance, their eyes filled


    with anticipation, gazing at her.


    Seeing this, Thssa felt a poignant blend of sorrow andpassion.


    Back when she and Evelyn were taking care of the children, they never had such anxious looks in their


    eyes. Even if she had to be away for a couple of days, the children never showed such fear.


    Living with Lysander, they had all theforts and staff to look after them, yet they felt a profoundck


    of security.


    Their fearful, anxious eyes nearly broke Thssa''s heart.


    Swallowing the lump in her throat, Thssa smiled at them, "Okay, Mommy will be back as soon as


    possible. Go inside and y."


    With that, she and Fitch headed towards the car.


    The kids didn''t turn back into the house but continued to stand there, small faces filled with longing and


    reluctance, watching as their mother got into the car.


    As Fitch started the engine, Thssa looked back through the rear ss to see the children still


    standing at the door, watching her car drive away.


    A tear pricked at the corner of her eye as she felt, more than ever, that the children were not as happy


    as they used to be when they were by her side.


    The once lively and cheerful little ones now had fear in their eyes.


    Security wasn''t something that could be provided byfortable living conditions alone; it needed to


    be nurtured with sufficient love.


    It wasn''t until Thssa''s car vanished from sight that the four little ones looked at each other,


    disheartened, and slowly walked back inside.


    ...


    Today was Bruce''s discharge day from the hospital.


    After a scuffle with Lysander''s bodyguards, Bruce had spent several days in recovery and was finally


    well enough to leave.


    The nurse came over to remind him, "Bruce, you''ve had blood transfusions during yourst couple of


    visits to our hospital. ording to our policy, patients who''ve received transfusions need to have a


    family membere in to donate blood to ensure our blood bank remains stocked."


    Bruce was puzzled, "Wasn’t the blood I receivedst time donated by Thssa?"


    He had lost a lot of blood previously when Evelyn had cracked his head open with a chair, and it was


    Thssa who had brought him to the hospital.


    "Thssa? She''s type B, and you''re type O. How could she donate blood for you?" The nurse, who


    had been the same one to attend to Bruce and handle his transfusion, replied.


    She remembered the details well, especially since the woman who imed to be Bruce''s daughter,


    Thssa, had a different blood type.


    "What did you say? Thssa is type B?" Bruce eximed.