Chapter 1275


    “Evelyn snagged it for me. Plus, I think a traditional breakfast hits the spot just right.” Callum shed a


    hint of a smile, his eyes locked on Thssa. His lips curled in amusement, but a shadow of disquiet


    lurked in his gaze.


    The message Evelyn left on Thssa’s voicemail earlier didn’t need any decoding, especially not for a


    grown man like Callum.


    She spent the night with Lysander.


    Despite knowing that she and Lysander had been intimate before, sharing four kids between them, the


    stark realization of what Thssa and Lysander had done felt like a lump in Callum’s throat.


    “Yeah, I just grabbed the breakfast for him. You sit, I''ll fetch you some grub,” Evelyn said, starting to


    stand.


    “Mom, sit down. I can get it myself,” Thssa insisted.


    As Thssa walked toward the buffet, Evelyn settled back into her seat with a sigh. "When will this


    ever end?"


    Callum, attempting to lighten the mood, reassured her, “There wille a day when we’ll find a way


    through this. Let’s eat, Evelyn.”


    With a gentle smile, he took a bite of his burger.


    Evelyn nodded, biting into a donut, too. Neither mentioned the issue at hand again, but both knew


    exactly what weighed on their minds.


    Thssa and Lysander were like a modern-day Romeo and Juliet, a couple that burned fiercely


    despite knowing it could never be. That was the real concern.


    Thssa returned with a bowl of oatmeal with some salmon.


    “You used to hate salmon, didn’t you? What made you change your mind?” Evelyn asked in surprise.


    Picking up a piece of salmon with her fork, Thssa replied, “I don’t know. I just started liking them.”


    “It was when you were pregnant with the quads five years ago that your tastes changed. Who knows


    how many you’re carrying now,” Evelyn muttered.


    Sitting right beside them, Callum overheard thement. A chill ran up his spine. “You’re pregnant?”


    he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of astonishment and pain.


    Thssa continued to eat her oatmeal and salmon calmly, confirming, “Yeah, almost two months.” She


    had been pregnant thest time when she ran off to the Weston Country with Callum, but she hadn’t


    known it then.


    Hearing her affirmation, the sense of loss in Callum’s eyes deepened.


    “Mr. Gordon, shall I get you something to drink?” Evelyn asked, attempting to ease the tension.


    Callum looked down and quietly declined, “No, thanks.”


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    She knew Callum was a good man, and she couldn’t drag him into her personal hell. A silent rejection


    was the most decisive kind.


    Callum forced a smile and said, “No, they haven’t.” Updated at Draмаnоvеls.cоm


    “You silly girl, isn’t Hertha hung up on that ric guy?” Evelyn chuckled.