Chapter 1455


    Back then, Lysander too had his head wrapped in bandages, lying still on the bed, and eventually


    he becameatose. The image haunted Thssa, each memory a weight dragging her heart to


    the ocean floor, a mixture of heartache and pain.


    She couldn''t bear to see anyone she cared about end up in a vegetative state—not again.


    Hunched over, Thssa stood by Hertha''s bedside, tears swirling in her eyes, her voiceden with


    guilt. "Hertha, I''m so sorry. I should never have let you drive home alonest night..."


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    Lydia stepped up beside her, offering aforting hand on her shoulder. "Thssa, the doctor said


    it''s a severe concussion. With proper rest, she''ll be fine. She won''t end up like...well, you know."


    Earlier, when Thssa and Lydia had arrived, they''d checked in at the nurse''s station for an update


    on Hertha. Thankfully, she''d been moved from the ICU to a regr room; the worst was over.


    Straightening up, Thssa wiped away the tears and introduced her friend to Lydia with a quivering


    voice. "This is Hertha, the one I''ve told you so much about. We met back in college. She''s a


    wonderful person."


    "If she''s your friend, she''s my friend too. Don''t worry, she''ll pull through," Lydia reassured her.


    In the midst of their conversation, Thssa''s phone rang. She nced at the screen and saw it was


    Bridget calling. Excusing herself, she stepped out of the room to take the call.


    "Thssa, why didn''t Ms. Kensingtone homest night? The kids woke up crying for Mommy


    this morning, and I had no idea what to tell them. She''s never stayed out all night before."


    Bridget had put the kids to bed the previous evening, thinking it waste and Hertha would be home


    soon. But as she lulled the children to sleep, exhaustion took over, and she too drifted off. Morning


    came all too quickly.


    The children awoke and began their search for Hertha, their cries for Mommy growing more


    desperate by the minute. It was only then that Bridget remembered to check her phone, finding a


    missed call from Thssa and returning it immediately.


    The sudden absence of their mother had sent the toddlers into a panic; their sense of security was


    shattered.


    Hearing this, Thssa''s heart ached even more. Hertha''s ident had left the most vulnerable


    ones suffering—her children, at the tender age of two, were at the height of their attachment to their


    mother. Without Hertha by their side, they felt both panicked and afraid, worried about being


    abandoned.


    "Hertha was in a car identst night, Bridget. I only found out this morning," Thssa exined.


    "What? Ms. Kensington had an ident? How is she now?" Bridget''s voice trembled with concern.


    "She''s out of danger, just under observation now."


    "Mommy, I want Mommy..."


    "Mommy, does Mommy not want us anymore..."


    The children''s voices, tinged with tears, were heart-wrenchingly sweet and desperate.


    Unable to stand the thought of the children in distress, Thssa quickly responded, "Bridget,


    Hertha''s at Starhaven Hospital. Can you bring the kids over? Seeing their mom will help them feel


    better."