Chapter 1165


    Curiosity got the better of Thssa as she pondered how Lysander had pinpointed her location with


    such precision, especially given that she hadn''t even picked up the only phone when he called.


    Gazing into her eyes with his deep-set ones, Lysander said, “Atticus tracked your cell''s location.”


    It wasn''t just a single call he had made to her; it was over a dozen. Each call went through, but she


    hadn''t answered any.


    This unusual urrence tipped Lysander off that something was wrong.


    He had Atticus trace Thssa''s phone and send him the coordinates.


    By the time he made thatst call to her, he was already speeding toward the cemetery.


    As his car neared its destination, the sight of mes was reaching for the sky above the gravesite. He


    was desperate so he floored the pedal to get there as fast as possible.


    Thssa understood and nodded. Her narrow escape from death owed as much to Lysander''s timely


    rescue as it did to her son''s intervention.


    Without that timely location tracking, Lysander might have been greeted by nothing more than a


    charred corpse.


    "Why on earth were you at Leopold''s grave at this hour?" Lysander''s handsome face hardened, his


    aura chilling the air around them like a sudden snowfall.


    Sensing his anger, Thssa fought to suppress her inner panic, feigning confidence as she replied, “I


    had no intention of being here sote, believe me. It was a spooky, pitch-ck ce without a single


    streetlight. I was there because Debby was on my tail. I was trying to shake her off and somehow


    ended up driving here. That woman''s lost her mind. She tied me to Leopold''s headstone and wanted


    me to ''join'' Leopold...”


    "Do you wish to join him?" Lysander asked, his voice cold as ice.


    Startled by his abrupt detachment, Thssa froze.


    What kind of question was that?


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    Did he think she wanted to die?


    “Of course not. Why else would I be screaming for help?” Thssa retorted.


    She felt that everyone around her was losing their minds. Debby’s actions were somewhat


    understandable, driven to extremes by grief. But Lysander? He was usually soposed and icy. Now


    he seemed to be showing a hint of madness too.


    Asking if she wanted to ''join'' Leopold was basically asking if she wanted to die, wasn''t it?


    The question sent shivers down Thssa''s spine.


    Her off-the-cuff response seemed to thaw Lysander''s icy demeanor a bit, but his chiseled face


    remained as stern as ever.


    "Debby will pay for what she''s done!" Lysander''s chilling words echoed with resolve.


    A shiver ran through Thssa, and she asked cautiously, "What are you nning to do?"


    Debby''s attempt to burn her alive was a clear vition of thew. Thssa was no saint, and she knew


    Debby should take the toll.


    Yet, if it was an act of solo madness, Thssa didn''t want Debby''s family to suffer for her actions.


    After all, they were innocent.


    Lysander''s deep-set eyes met hers, "What would you have me do?"


    Thssa paused.


    Was he actually asking for her input?


    Could she decide what price Debby would pay?


    "Can we just report this to the police and let them handle it ording to thew?" Thssa was


    stunned for a while before posing the question to Lysander. Reаd at Draмanоvels


    His question caused Thssa''s heart to constrict.