Susan''s anger subsided a bit after her parents talked her down.


    Thssa stepped out of the hospital wing, adamant that Ethan should get his back checked out at the surgical clinic.


    "I''m really okay. It just stung a bit when the boiled water sshed on me, but it''s all healed now," Ethan said, not too keen on the


    idea.


    “Better safe than sorry. You''re the CEO of the Crawley Group. What if you end up with a burn scar for life?"


    Thssa felt a pang of guilt. It was in trying to shield her that Ethan had been scalded.


    "I''m not a delicate guy. Besides, a man with scars is just a man with stories—no big deal." Ethan walked beside Thssa, noting


    her return to her usualposed self.


    He couldn''t help but voice his confusion.


    "It''s weird, you know? In the past, if someone as much as looked at you the wrong way, Lysander would react like they poked a


    bear. Today, you caught my hand, but he didn''t even flinch," Ethan observed.


    Thssa chuckled softly, "Didn''t you hear his grandfather? He''s got a newdy, one he''s nning to marry."


    Lysander Sinir''s fascination with her was finally fading.


    Once he got tired of her, he became indifferent. It was only because his interest was fresh that he had such a strong desire to


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    And now, he was moving on.


    It was for the best, Thssa thought. She could be free to live her own life.


    Yet, the thought of her children having a stepmother still sent a stabbing pain through her heart.


    "| don''t think that''s it. Lysander isn''t the fickle type," Ethan said. Among their group, Lysander was the most devoted. Otherwise,


    after a fleeting encounter and just one night together with Thssa, he still remained faithful to her memory for five years, even


    believing she was dead.


    "He is unpredictable and inscrutable. How could you possibly understand him?" Thssa replied, stopping in her tracks. "Here


    we are. There''s a doctor inside. Go have a look, and I''ll wait for you out here.”


    They chatted all the way to the outpatient department of the clinic.


    Seeing Thssa''s insistence, Ethan would seem too fussy if he refused again, so he entered the exam room.


    The doctor asked him to remove his shirt.


    He did so, and after examining, the doctor said, "You''ve got blisters from the burn. You''ll need to apply ointment regrly. I''ll


    prescribe a burn cream for you to use at home."


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    From her perspective, Ethan''s concern about scarring indicated that, despite his words, he did care about it.


    A heavy sense of guilt weighed on Thssa''s heart.


    Again, she''d dragged someone else into her troubles.


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