Chapter 1067


    Thssa never expected Lysander to believe that her escapade with Leopold wasn''t an attempt at


    elopement.


    Amelia staggered backward; her eyes zed over in shock at Lysander''s words. A profound sadness


    swiftly morphed into a rigid mask of indifference.


    Her body, fueled by impulse and irritation, suddenly weakened, and she copsed onto the floor. She


    with mor, fell eerily silent, as if all life had been drained from her.


    Thssa watched Amelia crumble. Her heart twisted in sympathy and shared anguish.


    Leopold''s death was a wound in her own heart that had yet to heal.


    The once noisy hospital room quieted down. A heavy nket of sorrow filled the air, pressed down on


    their chests, and made every breath feel like a burden.


    Lysander pulled out his phone and dialed Payton Sinir. "Payton, pleasee to the hospital and


    take Amelia back with you."


    Payton had been informed by a servant that Amelia had gone to the hospital from Leopold''s vi, which


    they were supposed to clean. After finding the birth control pills there, Amelia had stormed off to


    confront Lysander, and of course, the servant had ryed this to Payton.


    When Payton heard Amelia was out to see Lysander, he knew she was there to cause a scene and


    hurried to the hospital.


    He was already there by the time Lysander called.


    Soon after, Amelia was escorted away by Payton.


    The room fell into a brooding silence, but the icy atmosphere that lingered was suffocating, making


    Thssa feel as if she were choking.


    Lysander turned around. His prating gaze fixed on Thssa as he strode over to the bedside.


    Her eyes met his, deep and abyssal, a ce where one wrong step could mean utter destruction.


    The predatory danger in his approach made Thssa''s heart pound in fear.


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    He moved closer. His intimidating presence prickled her skin, sending a wave of panic through her as


    she instinctively inched back.


    But she was on a narrow hospital bed, an IV hooked to the back of her hand, with no room to retreat.


    Lysander''s shadow loomed over her, his hand mping on her chin, his eyes cold and sharp as talons.


    "Whose child is it?" he hissed. His voice wasced with barely contained rage.


    The tremor in Thssa''s eyes and the flutter of hershes betrayed the sharp pain in her heart.


    Did he doubt her fidelity?


    Just moments ago, she had been surprised by his unconditional trust, and now he was full of suspicion


    and interrogation.


    So, his earlier disy of belief was only to appease Amelia.


    Thssa''s heart, which had just begun to warm, chilledpletely.


    She bit back the pain, took a deep breath, and asserted with all the conviction she could muster, "It''s


    yours!"