Chapter 1467


    Now Zephyr found Thssa bargaining her soul to a man well into his fifties, all to save Lysander. It


    wasn''t something he''d thought she could never do.


    Thssa''s pupils contracted sharply, feeling a sting of offense. She fought to keep the hurt and


    rage from surfacing, though her voice still trembled with indignation as she spoke.


    "Dr. Funke is looking for a disciplined, avable apprentice with a keen ability to learn, someone to


    pass on the art of medicine. He also wants a lively, witty woman to share his life with. Which criteria


    do you suppose I fit, Zephyr?" Thssa challenged, chin held high.


    Before Zephyr could respond, she continued, her irritation clear, "I agreed to find Dr. Funke a


    suitable apprentice, and to introduce him to potential partners until he finds satisfaction. Those are


    the terms I agreed upon! Zephyr, don’t you dare define me with your narrow-minded judgments!"


    "Don''t fool yourself into thinking that just because you''ve found a doctor to treat Lysander, you''re fit


    to marry into the Sinir family. I will never allow a fickle woman like you to be part of it!"


    Zephyr, stung by Thssa''s retort, huffed angrily, leaving a biting remark before storming out.


    His promise to let Thssa care for Lysander was born from necessity, given Lysander''s inability to


    look after himself. It was clear to him that she was the most suitable caregiver.


    The intimacy required for such care was delicate.


    Lysander, when conscious, couldn''t stand the touch of another woman. In hisatose state,


    letting a stranger tend to him was risky—not only due to unfamiliarity with his routines but also for


    fear of triggering a stress response that could worsen his condition.


    The mere breath of life he held could be extinguished by such a reaction, a loss too great to risk.


    Zephyr''s insistence on Thssa''s care was driven by fear of losing Lysander, not an eptance of


    her rtionship with him.


    If it weren''t for Thssa, Lysander wouldn''t be in this state to begin with. That''s why Zephyr stood


    firmly against any union between them.


    Swallowing her frustration as Zephyr departed, Thssa took a deep breath, reminding herself to


    stay calm. Lysander''s recovery under Dr. Funke''s care was paramount.


    As Thssa prepared to head upstairs, she saw Dr. Funke descending the stairs with his medical


    bag in tow.


    "Dr. Funke, please stay for dinner," Thssa said politely.


    "No thanks, I''m not one for dining at others'' homes," Dr. Funke replied.


    Walking alongside him to see him out, Thssa expressed her gratitude, "Dr. Funke, thank you for


    steadfastly treating Lysander."


    She had been genuinely worried, fearing Zephyr’s stubbornness would provoke Dr. Funke to leave


    with his medical bag and nullify all her efforts.


    "You are wee. If I''ve promised to treat Lysander, I''ll see it through, unaffected by any


    distractions," Dr. Funke exined his indifference to Zephyr''s attitude.


    His entric nature meant he seldom took patients; but once he did, no words from others would


    shake his resolve. He was in it till the end.


    Understanding his principle, Thssa was deeply grateful as she said, "Dr. Funke, you are truly a


    good doctor."


    "Don''t praise me yet. Wait until Lysander is cured," Dr. Funke replied, then left the Royal Estates.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.