Chapter 1296


    Thssa''s gaze on Susan was like staring at a snake in the grass. With each smug curl of Susan''s


    lips, a smoldering anger built within her, itching to leap forth in the form of a stinging p across her


    smirking face.


    And then there were the others, Lucy and Bruce, tightening her chest with scorn.


    But Ethan was right. Even if she couldn''t muster the will to do it for herself, she had to think about her


    children.


    Swallowing the bile of her rage, Thssa spoke up, "Mr. Ethan''s right. The flowers were meant for


    Susan, as a thank you for saving Lysander."


    Susan reared up like she''d been struck by lightning, her face twisting into an ugly snarl as she pointed


    usingly at Thssa. "Thank me? What right have you to thank me on behalf of Lysander? You''re


    nothing to him. Just a ything he hasn''t grown tired of yet. Soon enough, he''ll kick you to the curb.


    And here you are, shamelessly offering thanks in his stead. How dare you?"


    Bolstered by her act of heroism, Susan''s arrogance knew no bounds.


    She dared tosh out at Thssa, even with Ethan present, not caring if word got back to Lysander.


    After all, she believed in Lysander''s eyes, Thssa was an attempted murderer while she was his


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    savior.


    Lysander''s newfound favor towards her was undeniable, a sentiment recently affirmed when he had


    sent her some fruit as a gesture of his concern.


    Thssa had been biting back her fury while addressing Susan, but thetter''s vitriolic usations


    were thest straw. With a rage that burned like wildfire and threatened to burst from her chest,


    Thssa lunged forward in an unanticipated move.


    With a swift motion, her hand flew out and "smack!"—the p cracked across Susan''s cheek with an


    echo that reverberated through the ward.


    Susan''s face jerked to the side, her eyes wide with shock, her cheek stinging fiercely as a ringing filled


    her ears.


    Lucy, who had been delicately peeling an apple, a gift from Lysander as precious as a golden apple


    from Greek mythology, stood frozen. She had been moments away from feeding it to Susan, elevating


    her status with each bite.


    But before Susan could bite the fruit, her face was violently turned aside by Thssa''s blow.


    The apple in Lucy''s hand hovered as confusion took over.


    Bruce was the first to snap out of the daze. His beloved daughter had been pped, the same


    daughter currently held in high esteem by Lysander, the daughter upon whom Bruce was pinning his


    hopes for future wealth.


    That bastard child, Evelyn''s offspring from an affair, had dared to strike his blood!


    "Who gave you the right to hit my daughter?" he bellowed.


    Ethan immediately spun around, shielding her with his body. Updаted at Drамanоvels.cом


    The boiled water cascaded over Ethan''s back, drenching him through his clothes.


    A muffled groan of pain escaped Ethan''s lips, his face contorted briefly in agony.