Chapter 1100
Thssa had said it inly enough, but her actions could only cause Susan pain without actually
tearing her mouth.
If her intent was genuine, she would''ve grabbed each side with her hands and yanked outward with all
her might, easily tearing it.
"Thssa, you''ve lost it! Let go of me!" Susan''s teeth chattered with pain, yet her defiance was
unyielding.
"I''ve gone mad, sure, but killing you wouldn''t even be a crime!" Thssa yanked Susan''s head back by
her hair with one hand while the other wed at her face, pulling hard.
Susan''s face, already stinging from a prior p, throbbed with pain as Thssa''s fury became evident.
If Susan didn''t back down, Thssa might actually follow through with her threat.
Susan was a master of deception and maniption, skilled at taking verbal hits if it meant securing her
own safety.
"I''m sorry, I''m so sorry," she blurted, trying to appease Thssa. "You''re the bigger person here, don''t
stoop to my level. I swear, I won''t breathe a word of this to my dad. If he asks about my injuries, I''ll just
say it was a workce spat, you know, just colleagues shing."
Thssa''s rage cooled slightly upon hearing the plea, and she released Susan. She dusted off her
hands with a look of revulsion, as if Susan herself was filth.
Thssa snorted contemptuously, sparing Susan onest nce before striding out of the restroom.
Her disgust for Susan was genuine, as was her rage. Yet Thssa wasn''t irrational enough tomit
a crime of passion. Killing Susan would only bring her own downfall.
She was a mother, a daughter, loved and needed by many. She couldn''t afford to make a mistake that
would devastate her family.
So, no matter how much she loathed Susan, Thssa restrained herself from causing serious harm.
Susan''s chest heaved with rage, her eyes zing as she watched Thssa''s retreating figure. Her
hands clenched so tightly on the cold marble floor that her nails screeched, the pain going unnoticed.
The searing pain on her face and head,pounded by her inner turmoil, was close to breaking her.
How could she register the pain in her hands when her entire being was ame with fury?
After Thssa left, Susan let out a feral scream, "Ah! Thssa, I will destroy you!"
Struggling to her feet, she caught her reflection in the mirror, observing her disheveled appearance.
Her cheeks bore the stark imprint of Thssa''s hand, swollen like a butchered pig.
The sight fueled her rage even further, her breathsing in sharp gasps.
This was just her bad luck- not only stooping to some demeaningmercial for a quick buck but also
running into Thssa of all people.
What a curse!
Meanwhile, Thssa stormed out of the advertising agency, heading for the curb to hail a cab when
her phone rang.
It was Lysander.
Her heart skipped a beat; even a call from him felt oppressive.
Frowning, she answered, "What''s up?"
She fought to keep her voice level to hide the anger that still simmered within.
"Something wrong? You sound upset," Lysander''s deep voice came through the phone, concerncing
his words.
Thssa was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled. He was probably worried about the baby, not
her. She couldn''t forget how coldly he''d treated her when he doubted the child was his, devoid of any
"No, everything''s fine. What do you need?" Her tone was cool, almost distant.
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After Evelyn imed to have seen Susan leaving Lysander''s room, Thssa had her suspicions but
wasn''t certain of any indiscretion between them.
However, after Susan''s tant admission today, Thssa knew without a doubt—they slept together.
At that moment, she felt a blend of anger, sorrow, and a burning sense of betrayal.
She wasn''t sure if her outburst at Susan was more about the insult to her mother - an unforgivable
transgression - or about Susan''s ims of closeness with Lysander.
Perhaps, it was both.
Detecting the coldness in Thssa''s voice, Lysander''s eyebrows drew together slightly, "Who''s got you
riled up?"