Chapter 1371
Lysander was the prodigy of the Sinir family, a man who had been groomed personally by Zephyr from an early age to lead
the esteemed family. Once, he was sharp, sagacious, and ruled with an iron fist, never second-guessing himself over trivial
matters, let alone allowing someone to cloud his judgment.
But ever since he met Thssa, he found himself breaking his own rules, showing her leniency, and losing hisposure
around her, and now, it seemed he was even willing to risk his own life.
On the way to the hospital, Zephyr had already had his people dig up the details: someone had bombed Thssa’s family vi,
causing the structure to copse, and it was while shielding Thssa that Lysander had been buried beneath the rubble and
gravely injured.
Had it not been for his attempt to save Thssa, Lysander—always quick on his feet—could have easily escaped the copsing
building unscathed.
But for Thssa’s sake, he had sustained serious injuries.
Zephyr was beside himself with grief, his worry and pain suppressed into smoldering anger.
“Losing too much blood... the doctors are doing everything they can to transfuse..." Thssa''s voice trembled as she responded
to Zephyr’s stern and piercing interrogation, her face ashen.
She, too, wanted to know Lysander''s condition, but she was in the dark, left only to wait.
"Doing everything they can?" Those words mped around Zephyr''s heart with the weight of despair. He felt drained of strength,
staggering backward, his body no longer able to support itself.
Thssa reached out to help, but...
"Zephyr..." David was quicker, catching Zephyr from behind.
Thssa''s outstretched hand clenched the air before falling limply to her side.
Zephyr''s breaths becamebored, almost too much to bear. Lysander had been in the military for years, and even when he had
been ambushed five years ago, he hadn’t sustained such grievous injuries.
Yet now, for a woman, he was on the brink of death.
Seeing Zephyr’s agony, Thssa’s heart ached, but what could she say? Any attempt atfort seemed futile, given the gravity
of the situation.
At the height of their sorrow, the door to the ER opened.
The doctor emerged, his mask concealing his expression, but his forehead glistened with sweat.
Upon hearing the sound of the emergency room door, Thssa’s nerves tensed, her eyes darting toward the doctor.
She moved to approach him, but Zephyr straightened up and hurried over; the man who once stood tall and unyielding was now
hunched and tremulous like an old willow in the wind.
"Doc, how is he?" Zephyr’s voice was strained, the tremble in his words betraying his concern.
The doctor''s gaze was urgent and
sorrowful as he addressed Zephyr.
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"What?" Zephyr swayed, nearly copsing from the blow.
David steadied Zephyr, the doctor’s words sapping his strength as well, barely managing to keep Zephyr from falling.
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Thssa''s eyes widened, her body shook, and her legs gave way beneath her, nearly copsing like a rag doll.
"Careful!" Richard, quick to react, caught her faltering figure.
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With concerncing his voice, he said, “Ms. Everhart, are you alright?”