Chapter 1462


    “Hertha was mortified by the thought of her parents shouldering her responsibilities.” Thssa tried


    to exin this to Spencer.


    "What''s the big deal? They''re her own parents, not strangers," Spencer couldn''t grasp the concept.


    Hertha was an only child, and despite having fallen out with her family over her refusal to marry


    Spencer three years ago, Spencer often counseled her parents. They had since forgiven her and


    wanted her back home. However, they were too proud to reach out to her first.


    Could Hertha really go three years without contact, keeping her parents in the dark about her two


    children, depriving the grandparents of watching them grow?


    "Hertha might seem carefree, but she''s actually very proud. I''ve encouraged her to visit them from


    time to time. She''lle around; it''s just a matter of time," Thssa said.


    Spencer opened his mouth to speak about bumping into ric but then thought better of it and


    remained silent.


    The next day, Thssa woke up early, freshened up, and instructed Fitch to prepare a splendid


    breakfast to wee a guest.


    Today, Dr. Funke was set to visit Royal Estates to treat Lysander.


    Securing Dr. Funke''s help had been no small feat for Thssa, and she was determined not to give


    the doctor any less than a warm wee.


    At eight in the morning, Dr. Funke arrived on schedule.


    Thssa greeted him politely, "Dr. Funke, wee! I hope you haven''t had breakfast yet, please,


    join us first."


    With a gesture, she signaled Fitch, who promptly stepped forward, attempting to take Dr. Funke''s


    medical bag.


    However, with a slight but firm step back, Dr. Funke made it clear he would not hand it over.


    Embarrassed, Fitch retracted his hand but kept a polite smile. "Please, Dr. Funke, have a seat over


    here."


    Dr. Funke nced at Fitch and then turned to Thssa. "I''ve eaten already. No need for such a


    fuss. I promised to see your husband today and won''t dy. Where is he?"


    Dr. Funke referred to Lysander as Thssa''s husband. For simplicity, she had never corrected the


    assumption that she and Lysander were married.


    Dr. Funke''s efficiency cut through the formalities, and Thssa led him upstairs to Lysander''s room.


    For three years, Lysander had been lying in bed, impably groomed by Thssa herself. Despite


    hisa, he hadn''t wasted away, his robust form maintained, his once olive-toned skin now a


    porcin pallor adding to his noble yet chilling demeanor.


    Dr. Funke set the medical bag aside and took Lysander''s wrist to feel his pulse. His concentration


    was palpable.


    Thssa stood by, barely breathing, not daring to disturb Dr. Funke''s examination.


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    The room was steeped in silence when suddenly, authoritative footsteps approached.


    Thssa turned to see Zephyr, d in a camel-hued trench coat, stride in with a grim face and


    piercing eyes, exuding an air of fierce determination.