Inside the Sinir manor, the atmosphere was dense with tension. Zephyr''s gaze was sharp as a hawk''s, locking onto Lysander


    who was seated across from him.


    "| told you before, give it three months to see Thssa''s true colors, and you''d cut ties with her. What''s it been now? Six


    months?"


    Zephyr''s stern look bore down on Lysander, his tone usatory andden with disappointment.


    Lysander was dressed in a bespoke ck suit, meeting Zephyr''s piercing gaze with his own, which were deep and dark as a


    midnight sky.


    "She''s not the kind of person you think."


    "Really?" Zephyr let out a bitter chuckle, as if he''d just heard the world''s biggest joke. His face hardened, and a hollowugh


    escaped his throat.


    “Not that kind of person? She ousted Faye Brennan and conveniently moved into your home, not to mention she''s Bruce''s


    daughter. The apple doesn''t fall far from the tree, you know?"


    Zephyr''s eyes, turbid with anger, trembled slightly.


    He knew all too well that Bruce was the homewrecker from the past, the man because of whom Belinda had abandoned


    everything to elope, ultimately leading both herself and Bat Sinir to a tragic car ident.


    Zephyr''s hatred for Bruce was just as intense as Lysander''s.


    However, being a man with a military background, Zephyr wouldn''t seek personal vengeance.


    Bruce''s wrongdoings were condemnable on a moral level, but there was no direct link to Belinda and Bat''s death.


    Even if Zephyr wanted to put Bruce behind bars, he had no legal grounds.


    But that didn''t mean Zephyr didn''t harbor resentment.


    “Faye was fired for her own misdeeds. She bribed our staff and her actions inadvertently led to Grandma''s passing. Those are


    the undeniable facts. Grandpa, you can''t just pin all the me on Thssa."


    Lysander spoke with a calmposure, his intelligence shining through as he patiently exined the sequence of events to


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    "Don''t start talking about your grandmother..." Zephyr clutched his chest, pained at the mention of his wife. His heart ached as if


    ants were gnawing at it.


    His beloved, the woman who had been by his side for a lifetime, Sybil, had not passed away from natural causes, but due to the


    indirect actions of someone with malicious intent.


    Whenever he thought of Sybil, Zephyr felt a pain so deep he could hardly breathe.


    He always med himself for failing to protect her.


    "Grandpa..." Seeing Zephyr gripping his chest in pain, Lysander moved closer, concern etched on his face as he gently


    supported the older man.


    Zephyr pushed his hand away, clearly disappointed at him, not wanting his concern.


    As his hand was brushed aside,


    Lysander''s brows ele. gtightly,\


    d bis eyes fle With ards of


    sotrow, like stars dimmed by grief.


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    "If it wasn''t for Thssa''s mother


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    Zephyr''s voice carried a heavy sorrow, his breathing ragged.


    As the pain in his heart slowly


    subsided, he removed the hand fi


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    It was a piece painted by Sybil.


    Whenever Zephyr looked at that painting, he was submerged in his memories of Sybil.


    His heart was heavy with grief.


    “Lysander, you''re blinded to that woman''s tricks," Zephyr said, his eyes still on the painting, but his words clearly meant for


    Lysander.