Chapter 1082


    Lysander''s piercing gaze locked onto Atticus, his voice firm and steady. "Apart from helping your mom


    in deleting the radar surveince, what else have you done?"


    "To... to hack into awork..." Atticus began, but then he remembered the promise he made to


    Thssa - a promise meant to be kept from everyone, including his dad. He couldn''t spill the beans.


    His words suddenly lodged in his throat, and he gaped at Lysander, who was staring him down with an


    imposing intensity that made Atticus'' heart race with fear.


    Normally, Atticus wouldn''t be intimidated by Lysander. He’d stare right back, furrowing his little brow.


    But now, under Lysander''s prating gaze, Atticus'' eyes wavered, and he dropped his head, falling


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    silent.


    Lysander''s deep voice probed, "Whosework did you hack into?"


    Atticus hung his head, his mind racing with panic.


    "Speak up!" Lysander demanded, his tone cold as steel.


    Startled, Atticus'' shoulders shook, and he blurted out, "I hacked into Mommy''s officework. She left


    some documents at work and didn''t want to go back for them, so she asked me to copy them over to


    herputer at home."


    After speaking, Atticus looked up at Lysander with anxious, doe-like eyes, worried that his dad would


    see through the lie.


    "Why all the secrecy?" Lysander asked, his gaze unwavering.


    "Because I promised Mommy that I wouldn''t tell anyone. She was afraid of getting scolded by her


    boss," Atticus mumbled, looking up through hisshes, his head still bowed, afraid that not meeting


    Lysander''s eyes would anger him further.


    His demeanor was a mix of guilt and innocence.


    Lysander, seeing Atticus'' downcast expression, thought he had frightened him. His tone softened as he


    spoke, "Don''t worry, your mom''s boss won''t find out. Turn on theputer and copy the video files I


    need."


    Returning to the matter at hand, Lysander waited.


    "Okay," Atticus quickly said, pulling out his tablet from a drawer and turning his back to Lysander as he


    booted it up, silently relieved that his quick thinking had kept his secret safe.


    As theputer started, Atticus asked, "Daddy, did Mommy go to work today? When will she be


    back?"


    It was already the afternoon, which was usually the time she returned home. Why was it that only his


    dad hade back and not his mom?


    Lysander''s eyes deepened slightly, his voice low as he answered, "She''s fallen ill and is in the


    hospital."


    "What? Mommy''s sick? Is it serious? I want to see her," Atticus said, his voice filled with surprise and


    concern.


    "It''s nothing too bad. She''s just resting at the hospital and will be back in a couple of days," Lysander


    reassured him.


    "Alright," Atticus responded weakly, though his mind was still on his mother.


    Distracted, his usual quick code-breaking skills slowed down. What would normally take him two


    minutes now took ten, but eventually, he managed to transfer all the surveince footage from the past


    40 days at the Fortune Restaurant onto hisputer.


    "Daddy, that should be everything," Atticus said, turning to face Lysander.


    Lysander reached out and patted his son''s head gently, "Good job, son. You can go and take a break


    now."


    Atticus paused, then obediently left the room. If his dad didn''t invite him to watch the copied footage


    together, he figured it was best not to ask.


    Once Atticus had left the room, Lysander sat down at theputer and began reviewing the videos


    one by one.


    He scrutinized everything from the moment Callum entered the diner to when Thssa walked in, and


    all the details of her leaving just 12 minutes after entering the private booth.