Chapter 1176
Getting bitten by a dog was noughing matter.
If that mutt was carrying a virus, Hertha could be in real danger.
Thssa was seriously worried about Hertha''s safety.
Over the phone, Thssa''s voice wasced with shock and concern. Hertha just chuckled and said,
"It''s okay, it''s all been taken care of, and they even forked over some cash for the trouble."
"That dog owner is really something else. Who walks their dog without a leash?" Thssa was still
fretting for Hertha.
Listening to Thssa''s disjointed ramblings about the dog, and its owner, Hertha suddenly felt a rush
of happiness.
It was as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining just for her.
Hertha giggled until she snorted, then asked, "Thssa, you got home okay by yourself yesterday,
right?"
Hearing Hertha''sughter through the phone, Thssa knew her friend was fine and felt a wave of
relief.
When the conversation shifted tost night''s events, Thssa hesitated. If she mentioned that Debby
had stalked her, tied her to Leopold''s tombstone, and nearly got her roasted alive, Hertha would
undoubtedly me herself for leaving first.
Hertha was already downcast from the dog bite; worrying her further just didn''t feel right.
"It was fine. Just make sure you keep an eye on that bite, okay? Get your shots on time and don''t take
it lightly," Thssa said.
Hertha''sughter grew louder, almost uncontroble. She loved when Thssa referred to ric as a
dog, evenparing him to a rabid one.
"What''s so funny? Did I say something wrong?" Thssa asked with a mix of curiosity and concern,
puzzled by Hertha''s boisterousughter.
Tears of mirth ran down Hertha''s face as she wiped her eyes and replied, "No, you didn''t say anything
wrong. It''s just that talking to you is so much fun. You always know what to say to cheer me up."
"Care to exin what''s got you so amused?" Thssa asked, still feeling lost.
"You care about me."
"Of course, I care about you. If I don''t, who will?" Thssa retorted with feigned annoyance.
"That''s true. Nothing beats having a bestie. Men are nothing," Hertha said with a dismissive air.
"You went home with ric yesterday; did it go well?" Thssa asked, concerned.
"Let''s talk about it when we meet up. It''s a long story," Hertha replied, sidestepping the question.
After a bit more chatting, Hertha hung up the phone.
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No sooner had Thssa ended the call than Lysander walked in, his tall and imposing frame lowering
the room''s temperature with his mere presence.
Thssa turned to see him and feltpelled to exin even though he hadn''t asked, "That was
Hertha on the phone, just a quick catch-up."
His aura made her feel as if silence was an admission of guilt, a peculiar sensation indeed.
"Hmm," Lysander grunted, holding the hospital discharge papers in his hand and saying in his deep,
maic voice, "You''re cleared to leave."
"Okay, I''ll get right up," Thssa quickly responded, throwing off the covers and attempting to get out
of bed.
But Lysander was upon her in an instant, scooping her up before she could protest.
Caught off guard, Thssa instinctively clung to his neck, his warmth seeping into her palms as his
powerful presence enveloped her.
Her face flushed with heat, and she squirmed ufortably, protesting, "Put me down; I can walk on
my own."
Lysander''s deep gaze flickered over her as he said, "Be still. It''ll save you some pain."
Thssa was at a loss; did wanting to walk on her own mean she was being difficult?
Did being cradled in his arms equate to being sensible?
His logic was beyond her.
With long strides, Lysander carried Thssa into the elevator, down to the ground floor, and settled her
into his car. From the hospital room to the car, her feet never touched the ground.
It was almost ironic; he was the one with the injured leg, yet he acted as if she was the one who
couldn''t walk.