Chapter 1265


    In the deepest recesses of her heart, Thssa knew she was regarded as nothing but despicable.


    With this thought heavy on her mind, she pried Lysander''s hands from her waist and stepped back, her


    clear eyes shifting from his face to the distance as she remarked, "I was so furious that I couldn''t see


    straight."


    "Furious? What right do you have to be furious?" Lysander''s piercing gaze locked onto her, his


    presence icy and formidable as he scrutinized her.


    If anyone had a right to be angry, it was him.


    Yet there she was, acting as if she had the bigger temper!


    The day Lysander refused to listen to her, convinced she had purposely hurled the prop at him with


    lethal intent, Thssa felt suffocated by frustration.


    She had been bottling up her feelings, searching for an outlet. Now faced with Lysander''s interrogation,


    she didn''t want to hold back any longer. Turning to meet his eyes, she voiced the pain in her heart, "I


    never imagined that, even Susan is more credible than me in your eyes! Lysander, what am I to you? A


    ruthless schemer capable of anything? Or a fickle lover always chasing new thrills?"


    If Lysander had even a shred of trust in her, he would never believe she wanted to kill him.


    And he certainly wouldn''t suspect her of having secret rendezvous with other men!


    All of these usations stemmed from one thing. he had already painted her as such a person in the


    depths of his heart.


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    He never truly trusted her.


    Confronted by Thssa''s challenge, Lysander''s gaze darkened, his deep voice resonating as he said,


    "You''ve tried to escape from me over and over, even running off to Weston Country with Callum. What


    am I supposed to think?"


    She seemed desperate to flee him at all costs.


    It was reasonable for him to suspect that she might even kill him to liberate herself.


    "Why do you think I wanted to escape, don''t you know?" Thssa shot back.


    "Know what?" His eyes, reflecting the shimmering surface of theke, seemed to emit a forbidding


    glow, inspiring dread.


    Biting her lip, Thssa felt a tumult of emotions crashing within her, pain so acute even breathing hurt.


    After a fierce internal struggle, she decided to reveal the thoughts that had been gnawing at her for too


    long.


    "If I don''t say it, I''ll suffocate," she thought, then she said, "I can''t withstand your ruthlessness and


    cruelty! You pushed Leopold to his death, even if he was your own kin. What am I then? What are the


    children to you?"


    And one point was even more crucial. no matter how long she stayed by his side, he was never going


    to marry her. She was doomed to live in constant fear and anxiety, always feeling insecure.


    Zephyr had made it very clear to her once that her status wasn''t fit for marriage to Lysander, and their


    history was too fraught with animosity.


    Grandma Sybil''s death wasn''t directly her mother''s fault, but she was implicated nheless. Zephyr


    loathed her and her mother so badly that he would never allow her into the Sinir family.


    That much was evident when Zephyr forbade her from attending Leopold''s funeral.


    And between her and Lysander, there was an unbridgeable chasm.


    With clenched fists, Thssa conveyed her sorrow to Lysander.


    Anger steamed from his nostrils as he bit down on his mrs, containing the turmoil inside. Content


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    So, she had always believed that he had been the one to drive Leopold to death!


    She had never let go of Leopold.