Chapter 1219


    His expression was earnest, a look of concern etching his features. Beneath the warmth of his eyes, a


    pool of shared sorrow mirrored her own.


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    It dawned on her that Callum wasn''t the type of guy to mock others'' misery. The passing of Leopold


    had hit him hard, too.


    Thssa dabbed away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes, took a deep breath to calm her


    emotions. Once she felt a bit more collected, she met Callum''s gaze. "The situation with Debby isn''t


    something I can dictate," she said. "It''s not just about me. Lysander''s leg also got burned, and he''s out


    for justice."


    She steered the conversation back on track. Callum had recounted Debby''s love for Leopold and


    Leopold''s struggles abroad, trying to persuade her to empathize with Debby, to let her off the hook.


    Unfortunately, the decision wasn''t hers to make.


    Callum''s grip on his mug tightened, his brows knitting together as he wrestled with his thoughts


    internally. Finally, he spoke up, "Could you talk to Lysander? You''re the only one who can get through


    to him."


    Just as he finished his plea, the waitress arrived with their order.


    The dish was too hot to handle, and when the waitress set it down, she lost her grip. The broth


    sshed out, quickly soaking Thssa''sp.


    "Ah!" Thssa jumped up reflexively, frantically brushing the scalding liquid from her thighs.


    "Oh no! I''m so sorry, miss, it was an ident, I truly apologize..." The waitress was on the verge of


    tears, apologizing profusely.


    "Thssa!" Callum was also seized with concern. Instinctively, he stood up, forgetting his injured leg


    until a sharp pain reminded him, and he copsed back into his chair.


    But without missing a beat, he grabbed his cane and hobbled over to Thssa as quickly as he could,


    bending down to inspect her thigh.


    She was wearing a knee-length pencil skirt, and the dark fabric was visibly soaked in arge patch,


    standing out against the rest.


    The broth from the freshly served dish was scalding.


    Worried about Thssa''s injury and caught up in the moment, Callum didn''t think twice about propriety


    and reached to lift her skirt to check for burns.


    As he flipped the hem of her ck skirt, Thssa''s fair and delicate thigh was exposed, the tender skin


    slightly reddened like a blooming rose.


    At the sight, Callum''s heart skipped a beat, sending ripples through his chest.


    Thssa had been preupied with concern for Callum''s leg, fearing his injury might worsen, and


    hadn''t noticed his movements.


    By the time she realized what was happening, Callum had already lifted her skirt, his gaze intense and


    focused on her leg.


    "What the hell is going on here?"


    With the voice approaching, the air in the room grew tense, the atmosphere turning turbulent.


    The voice was too familiar, causing Thssa''s heart to flutter in panic as she turned towards its source.


    A tall, dark figure approached. It radiated an icy, foreboding presence. It was Lysander, his handsome


    face thunderous like a stormy night sky, terrifying in its intensity. Updated at Drаmanovels


    "If your hand can''t behave, perhaps it''s time to render it useless!"