Thssa''s breath hitched, her stomach cramped in difort—a mix of loathing for Susan and a deep, chilling hurt from


    Lysander''s previous suspicion towards her.


    His hand traced her back, and even through the fabric, she could feel the warmth of his palm, the roughness of calluses tender


    against her skin.


    It sent a shiver down her spine with a mix of fear and palpitations.


    Taking a step forward, she dodged Lysander''s touch. "Mr. Sinir, thedy you care about is here now. You should be tending to


    her," Thssa said coolly, not even sparing Lysander a nce before she turned to leave.


    Lysander''s heart twisted at her sarcasm. His brows furrowed, a cold aura enveloping him.


    "Thssa, wait up! I''ve got these documents here, and | can''t make heads or tails of them. Can you help me out?" Susan called


    out, hastening to block Thssa''s path.


    She waved the papers with a smile stered on her face, addressing Thssa cheerfully.


    Hearing Susan mentioning documents from her father felt like a branding iron searing Thssa''s heart, burning with the pain of


    fresh wounds.


    Was Bruce about to reveal publicly what he had done to Evelyn?


    Thssa''s heart leapt to her throat as she reached out to snatch the papers.


    But Susan hoisted them up high, making them out of Thssa’s reach.


    "Susan, what the hell are you ying at?" Thssa''s voice quivered with rage, her eyes zing.


    “What? | didn''t say anything. Why are you getting so worked up?" Susan replied, her lips curled in a sly grin.


    That day in the hospital, when Susan''s hope of staying by Lysander''s side had been dashed, she trembled with hatred. If she


    couldn''t have Lysander, she would make sure Thssa neither.


    Her dear dad was quite the character, with a bedpost notched by countless conquests.


    He had a peculiar habit of recording every encounter in a file, even printing them out on paper. The descriptions of the women


    and their performances were lurid.


    Although Thssa didn''t know what Susan was up to, her instincts screamed trouble.


    Panic and worry consumed her, terrified that the ordeal with Evelyn and Bruce woulde to light, especially now that her


    mother had only just begun to recover from the emotional turmoil.


    With her chest heaving in fury, Thssa roared, "Give me the damn file!"


    "If | feel like it, | will. But now that you want it, I''m inclined not to!" Susan taunted, lifting her hand even higher.


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    Susan whirled around to see Lysander holding the papers, her bravado crumbling into silent fury.


    Lysander pinched the files, ready to flip it open.


    Thssa''s heart raced as she lunged forward, "Don''t open it!"


    Lysander didn''t dodge, allowing her


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    Thssa couldn''t care less about


    Lysander''s concern. Her hands


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    to rip even the folder''s cover, but her


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    Seeing her struggle, Lysander took the folder from her hands, "Let me.”


    With that, he opened the folder.


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    But it was toote. Lysander had already flipped it open, revealing pages of A4 paper filled with text.