By the time David dug up the details of Lucy and Evelyn''sst conversation, the truth hit Lysander like a lightning.


    Evelyn''s recent intimacy with Bruce wasn''t consensual; she had been coerced.


    Bruce and Evelyn''s rtionship was far from the love story Lysander had imagined. Instead, Evelyn had been suffering from


    Bruce''s threats and maniption.


    "Was it you who bought the morning-after pills for your mother?" Lysander asked Thssa, his deep voice tinged with


    suppressed anguish.


    He had mistakenly believed the pills were for Thssa after finding two missing from the pack, assuming she had been involved


    with Callum in some secret affair. He had even punished her harshly for that.


    Now, reflecting on the dates in the files, it was clear that Evelyn must have been the one taking the pills.


    Thssa had kept silent to protect her mother from the shame of Bruce''s vition.


    But he had only added to her pain in her darkest hours.


    Memories of his past misjudgments stung Lysander''s conscience like a swarm of bees, each sting marking a wound he had


    inflicted upon Thssa.


    If only he had known the full extent of her and her mother''s suffering, he would have given Thssa the strength to put Bruce


    behind bars earlier, not driving Evelyn to an untimely death.


    Hearing Lysander''s question, Thssa''s heart clenched. Indeed, she had bought those pills for Evelyn, guarding her secret with


    the utmost care, fearing for her mother''s safety.


    Yet, despite her vignce, Evelyn had slipped away from her.


    "I don''t want to talk about the past. Just stay out of my life from now on!"


    Thssa''s voice was cold and resolute, her gaze fixed on the world outside the window. She couldn''t bear to look at Lysander —


    afraid that even a nce would make her heart betray her.


    He was dangerous to her in every sense. She needed to keep her distance, not feel her heart skip every time she saw him.


    That was a bad omen.


    To entrust her heart to a man like Lysander would be her undoing.


    Her words were a lead weight in Lysander''s chest. The dull ache spread through him.


    She hated him so much now, and he understood that feeling all too well.


    His way of hating was to keep her close, never allowing her to stray, while her way of hating was a clean break, free of debts.


    Lysander''s grip on the steering wheel


    tightened, his knuc 6s yepite tHe


    of ftild back his sorrow.


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    At the pinnacle of power, he could control everything but the heart of the woman he loved.


    Now, he could empathize with Leopold''s agony of unrequited love. The pain was indeed excruciating.


    The car pulled to a stop in the driveway of the vi.


    Thssa opened the door and


    stepped out. As if expecting her


    response, she turned sharply. Tears


    brimming in her eyes, s e said! 1!


    Gates BEEK {your life. The


    kids and | will make do in the


    countryside. If you want to see them,


    you can visit. But | won''t hand them


    over to you. If you try to take them


    away, I''ll end my life right in front of


    you. They''re all | have left. Without


    them, there''s no point in living."


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    With those words, Thssa turned and walked away, her tears finally breaking free.


    It was truly over between her and Lysander.


    The moment Evelyn died and the


    unborn child was | tAqsor


    thy momer ah) possibilty between


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