Chapter 1365


    Susan''s lips curled into a triumphant smirk as she swiftly maneuvered the helicopter back to base.


    She had deceived Callum. How could she ever dream of killing Lysander? He was the epitome of excellence, with his enchanting


    charm and deep pockets.


    One day, Lysander would be hers, all hers. Only by his side could she bask in thep of luxury, with never a worry about the


    mundane necessities of life.


    How could she possibly extinguish the life of the man she adored and yearned for so deeply?


    Her true target was Thssa—the thorn in her side.


    It was because of Thssa that she couldn''t catch Lysander''s eye. Even if she managed to sever the ties between Thssa and


    Lysander, he would still be fixated on Thssa.


    As long as Thssa drew breath, no woman coulde within a mile of Lysander—and that included Susan. That''s why she


    was so hell-bent on eradicating Thssa from the picture.


    Only with Thssa out of the way could she have a shot at getting close to Lysander.


    Minutester, the ambnce and the first responders arrived.


    Astrid was extracted from the rubble, unconscious and barely hanging on.


    Lysander and Astrid were rushed to the local hospital for treatment.


    Thssa followed closely behind the ambnce, her body soaked in blood that was not her own. Her clothes were a grisly


    tapestry of red, the blood mixed with dirt painting a harrowing scene.


    The paramedic aboard the ambnce asked her, "Are you injured too? Speak up so we can take care of you right away.”


    Thssa, her breaths short and her eyes brimming with tears, shook her head. "I''m fine—it''s his blood. Please, you have to save


    him. I''m begging you."


    She was a cocktail of cold, shock, and fear, her body shaking uncontrobly.


    Inside the ambnce, two medics were frantically attending to Lysander''s wounds.


    His clothes had been cut away to reveal his back, marred by five deep, stone-inflicted gashes from which blood oozed


    relentlessly. They worked to stem the flow, stuffing wads of cotton into the wounds, but the blood seemed to have a will of its


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    Half the ambnce seemed littered with blood-soaked cotton.


    Thssa watched in helpless panic, her heart in a vice that only tightened, the pain intensifying to an unbearable pitch.


    The brief journey to the hospital felt like an eternity to Thssa.


    Finally, they arrived.


    Doctors, nurses, and Thssa


    herself helped carry Lysande form


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    “Excuse me, please move aside! We need to get through—it''s an emergency," a doctor called out urgently to the onlookers


    blocking the way.


    Thssa followed closely, her steps


    heavy yet hurried, until they reach


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    theyrvareeled Lysander in, a nurse


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    Then, she slumped to the floor, her entire body shaking from the coldness of the ceramic.