Chapter 979
Whipping out his phone, Lysander dialed Dr. Everest’s number, “No need toe over; you can head
back now.”
“Oh, alright then,” Dr. Everest replied.
Hearing that Dr. Everest wouldn’t being, Thssa paused for a second, her tense nerves slightly
rxing, and her trembling breath began to settle.
Having just endured a brutal punishment from Lysander that left her body marked, she feared Dr.
Everest seeing her disheveled state.
While licking her wounds in the privacy of her own room was one thing, the thought of someone
witnessing her disarray was even more distressing.
Relieved that she no longer had to worry about her embarrassment being discovered, she felt
somewhat better.
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The driver, who had sensed the silent battle between Lysander and Thssa in the backseat all along,
was on edge.
Lysander’s chilling aura was constantly spreading in the car.
Under immense pressure, the driver didn’t dare nce in the rear-view mirror. His back was drenched
in cold sweat, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. He feared making any mistake that could
provoke Lysander and inadvertently be coteral damage.
Finally, he carefully drove into the gates of Royal Estates.
Lysander stepped out of the car, with Thssa following suit.
The lights in the grand foyer of Royal Estates were still on.
Fitch heard the sound of the car in the courtyard and came out to greet them with utmost respect, “Sir,
you’re back.”
His
gaze shifted to Thssa behind Lysander. After a brief moment of surprise, he said with relief and joy,
“Ms. Everhart, you’re here too. I’m d you’re alright. The kids were so worried about you earlier. The
four little darlings wouldn’t go to bed, fretting over you. I told them Lysander would bring you back, and
that’s the only thing that calmed them down.”
At Fitch’s words, Thssa felt a pang in her heart, “Where are the children?”
Had they known she was in danger? How worried they must have been.
“They’ve fallen asleep,” Fitch informed her.
“I’ll go check on them,” Thssa said, her concern for the children pulling her toward the first floor
where their bedrooms were. Lysander’s gaze followed her, but he stayed put.
Coming back to his senses, Fitch noticed the stern look on Lysander’s face. Tensing up, he asked
apprehensively, “Sir, dinner is ready in the kitchen. Shall I warm it up?”
“Warm it up and bring it out. Do I even need to teach you that?” Lysandermanded in a deep tone.
Frightened, Fitch broke out in a cold sweat and quickly agreed, “Right away, sir,” before hurrying off to
the kitchen.
Thssa first pushed open the door to Atticus’ room. The room’s light was off, but the soft glow from
the hallway was enough for her to see the little figure sleeping soundly in bed.
Atticusy t on his back, his nket kicked to the edge of the bed. His breathing was even, a sign of
deep sleep.
Approaching the bed, Thssa tenderly pulled up the nket to cover his little tummy. She stood there
for a moment, captivated by his cute, angelic face – a mirror of Lysander’s yet radiating the innocence
of childhood.
Her heart softened as she gently stroked his cheek. The tender warmth and delicate texture of his skin
were like a balm to her wounded heart.
Children were always her beacon of light, no matter how much darkness and difficulty she faced, they
were there to heal the scars in her soul.
After closing Atticus’ door, Thssa went on to check on Dorian, Elowen, and Sophia.
Sophia was curled up in bed, her sleep troubled. Thssa could see tears on her little face; it wasn’t
clear if she had cried herself to sleep or if tears came from a bad dream.
Seeing Sophia’s vulnerable and insecure state wrung Thssa’s heart. She sat beside the bed, softly
patting Sophia’s tiny back, whisperingfort, “Don’t he scared, Sophia, just sleep tight. Mommy’s
right here. There’s nothing to fear.