Chapter 1482


    Thssa bowed her head, her gaze lingering on the suitcase before her, a bittersweet sensation


    churning in her gut.


    She had imagined being there for Lysander the moment he awoke, continuing to care for him,


    sharing countless words she''d stored up just for him. She wanted to tell him how much she''d longed


    for his awakening over these past three years, to talk about their future and dreams.


    But to her dismay, Lysander''s first act upon waking was to send her away. He wouldn''t even grant


    her the courtesy of a final meeting.


    Thssa yearned to confront Lysander, to demand why, but the bodyguard was adamant, barring


    her entry, leaving her with a thousand unaskable whys.


    Dragging her suitcase, Thssa could do nothing but leave the grandeur of Royal Estates behind.


    As she drove toward Star Harbor Vi, her mind was a whirlwind of memories. The countless


    moments she had spent caring for Lysander flooded her thoughts.


    Recalling his words just before the ident haunted her; he had said, "We''re square now, no debts


    between us."


    That phrase clenched her heart.


    It dawned on her why Lysander had sent her away. He had dered their ounts settled three


    years ago. No debts meant no need for goodbyes.


    The weight of those words struck her deeply. Thssa wondered if Lysander had felt a simr sting


    each time she had uttered them in the past, if her words had wounded him as deeply as his now


    wounded her.


    He had once insisted on marriage, yet she had med him for her mother''s untimely death,


    stubbornly drawing a line between them and vowing to sever ties forever.


    Who could have predicted he would risk his life to save hers?


    Torn between resentment for his indifference to her mother’s fate and a lifetime of gratitude for


    saving her, she couldn''t unravel the knots of their shared past.


    Thssa''s homing to her sprawling Star Harbor Vi was marked by eerie silence. The


    spacious, sunlit rooms only amplified the solitude that now gripped her heart.


    Even breathing seemed an effort.


    She slumped onto the couch, lost in a void of inactivity, her heart hollow and weighed down by an


    overwhelming sense of emptiness.


    There had been a time when she lived in a cramped sixty-square-meter rental with her four children


    and Evelyn, a life of struggle but brimming with joy. Back then, she was always bustling with


    purpose, fueled by necessity.


    But now, with her mother gone and her children sent to a military academy by Zephyr, she was cut


    off from them. Her daily purpose, caring for Lysander, was no longer needed now that he had


    woken up.


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    She felt like a discarded pawn, suddenly bereft of direction and hope. Lost in a fog of confusion, her


    heart felt hollowed out.


    The loss of life''s purpose was a profound kind of anguish, a hollowness that seemed to carve out


    her soul.


    Amid the weight of her heavy breaths on the couch, Thssa''s phone rang, its melody dragging her


    from the depths of despair. She fished it out of her pocket and saw Hertha''s name on the caller ID.


    Quickly swiping to answer, she took a deep breath, her voiceden with concern, "Hertha, how are


    you feeling now? Are you better?"