Chapter 1466


    Lysander had been in a tense session of treatment, and Zephyr had been fixated on every move Dr.


    Funke made. By the end, sweat beaded on Zephyr''s brow, a testament to his concern.


    The moment thest of the silver needles were plucked from Lysander''s head, Zephyr''s tension


    ebbed away. Coming back to the moment, he replied to Dr. Funke, "Don''t worry, we''ll make sure he


    drinks it."


    "Given that the patient''s in aa, administering the meds might be tricky, but it''s crucial that you


    find a way to get him to take them. The treatment won''t work otherwise. I''ve used the needles to


    open up his meridians. The medication needs to flow through these channels to stimte blood flow


    and reduce stasis," Dr. Funke reminded them again, concerned that they might take shortcuts, and


    the medicine might not reach Lysander''s stomach.


    Dr. Funke shared his medical philosophy,pelling Zephyr to take the task seriously. "We''ll make


    sure he takes it. You needn''t worry, Dr. Funke," Zephyr assured.


    His eyes, cloudy with worry, swept meaningfully over Thssa, who lowered hershes in a faint


    flush of embarrassment.


    Though Zephyr didn’t say it aloud, Thssa knew what his look implied. For years, she had been


    the one to feed Lysander.


    Since Lysander couldn''t chew or even swallow properly on his own, she had resorted to mouth-to-


    mouth feeding.


    This was no secret at the Royal Estates; it wasmon knowledge, and Zephyr''s probing gaze


    confirmed that he knew about her methods.


    After Dr. Funke prescribed the medicine, Zephyr took the prescription, saying, "I''ll go fill this."


    "I''lle with you," Thssa offered quickly, trailing behind him.


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    Zephyr didn’t refuse, and as they reached the grand entrance of the Royal Estates, he abruptly


    stopped.


    Thssa, caught off-guard, nearly crashed into his back but managed to halt just in time.


    Regaining herposure, she met Zephyr''s piercing, judgmental stare.


    "iming to be his wife already, even though Lysander hasn’t woken up?"


    A heavy feeling sank in Thssa''s heart; she knew Zephyr wouldn''t let the issue slide so easily.


    The scorn and mockery in his eyes were palpable.


    Taking a deep breath, Thssa replied evenly, "I''ve never told anyone that I''m Lysander''s wife. I


    only said that he''s the father of my child. Dr. Funke misunderstood, and I couldn''t correct him. After


    all, who but a family member would go to such lengths to arrange treatment for him?"


    Zephyr''s gaze did not soften. Instead, it grew more serious. "What did you offer Dr. Funke to coax


    him out to treat Lysander?"


    Dr. Funke was notoriously reclusive and not easily persuaded to treat anyone.


    What could Thssa possibly possess that could sway Dr. Funke to take on Lysander''s case, a feat


    more enticing than a fortune of two billion?


    Under Zephyr''s skeptical and harsh gaze, Thssa did not hide the truth. "I promised to find him an


    apprentice and to set him up on a dating site."


    "Those conditions... they wouldn''t happen to involve you, would they?" Zephyr''s voice sharpened,


    his eyes shing with anger and contempt.


    To Zephyr, Thssa had always seemed like the kind of woman who yed all her cards to achieve


    her ends, unscrupulous and willing to sacrifice her dignity. Otherwise, how could she have ensnared


    Leopold to the point of losing his life?


    And then there was Lysander, who had been injured trying to save her, now lying in aa for


    three long years.