Chapter 1055


    She wanted to leave him to live a life of freedom and spontaneity. Was that really so wrong?


    She only teamed up with Susan to drug him because she had her back against the wall.


    Susan had ckmailed her with a video of her mother, leaving her with no choice but toply.


    Her rush to leave the hotel was to seek out Atticus and erase the video from Bruce''s possession, to


    remove the leverage Bruce''s family held over her.


    Only by erasing the threat could she find true liberation.


    Why did it have to be so hard for her, simply wanting a life without constraints? It was as if she had


    triggered his wrath, and he had gone mad with tormenting her.


    Thssa''s eyes brimmed with tears, her jaw clenched in an effort to suppress the despair and pain


    welling up inside her.


    At her most distressed, she could no longer bear it and whispered, "Lysander, my stomach... it hurts so


    badly..."


    Her words were strained, voicing the physical agony she felt.


    Lysander, with his face flushed from his heated anger, had a voice as hoarse as gravel and eyes as


    unforgiving as ice. Upon hearing her, he spat out, "You''re lying to me again!"


    Last time at the Crest Summit hotel, when Lysander wanted to take her to the security room to check


    the surveince, she imed a stomach-ache to avoid it, which was a ploy to cover for the people who


    had kidnapped her!


    And now, she was trying the same trick.


    Thssa''s body convulsed in pain. Sweat beaded on her forehead and dripped onto the bed, seeping


    into the pure cotton sheets.


    "I... I’m really having a stomach-ache..." she insisted through clenched teeth, gripping the bed sheet


    tightly.


    Lysander didn''t believe her; he was convinced she was ying games, and he showed no mercy.


    Suddenly, he caught the metallic scent of blood.


    His eyes found a streak of crimson.


    His expression darkened.


    She wasn''t lying this time.


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    Lysander hurriedly picked up the clothes from the floor and dressed swiftly, buttoning up with rapid


    precision.


    He found Thssa''s clothes in the dresser and dressed her quickly. Then, he scooped her up in his


    arms and strode toward the exit with urgency.


    Thssa clung to his shoulder, breathing heavily, enduring the sharp pain in her abdomen. Through


    her blurred vision, she saw beads of sweat forming on Lysander''s handsome, tense face.


    For a moment, her vision wavered, and she fancied that his strained, sweat-drenched appearance was


    due to nervousness...


    Was he nervous about her?


    No, that couldn''t be.


    She was less than dirt in his eyes; how could he possibly be nervous about her?


    The sweat on his face was probably just due to exhaustion.


    Lysander rushed to the car. He ced Thssa inside and buckled her seat belt.


    He jumped into the driver''s seat and sped off.


    They arrived at the hospital quickly.


    Lysander, carrying Thssa, strode into the emergency ess and shouted, "Doctor! We need a


    doctor here, now!"


    His voice was tight with urgency.


    Doctors and nurses hurried over, instructing Lysander to bring Thssa into the emergency room.


    She was ced on the operating table, and Lysander was asked to wait outside.


    Lysander''s eyes flickered with emotion as the doors to the operating room closed and the "In Surgery"


    light illuminated. Sweatyered his forehead and dripped down his chiseled face.


    He paced, breathing raggedly, waiting outside the operating room.