Chapter 1483


    Two months ago, Hertha had been in a terrible car ident thatnded her in the hospital for


    surgery. Thankfully, she hade out of it with her life intact. After a two-week stay in the medical


    center, she was discharged, with Bridget taking on the role of caregiver.


    During that time, Thssa had her hands full tending to Lysander and couldn''t find a moment to


    visit Hertha. She wondered how her friend was faring in her recovery.


    "I''m up and about, feeling pretty good, actually. Just that my head tends to hurt like the dickens from


    time to time," Hertha said.


    "Your biggest issue was the concussion," Thssa reminded her. "You''re supposed to take it easy


    for six months. Don''t you go taking that lightly."


    "Yeah, I''m on leave from work for half a year. I had this big design project I was working on, and the


    office is breathing down my neck to get back and hand over the drafts. But every time I so much as


    think too hard, my head starts throbbing something fierce. How am I supposed to get any designs


    out?" Herthamented.


    She couldn''t afford to lose her job. With two kids to feed and Bridget''s sry to cover,


    unemployment would mean her children going hungry and having to let Bridget go. Without her,


    there would be no one to look after the little ones.


    Wouldn''t that just be piling on the misery?


    Having been through her own share of tough times, Thssa understood Hertha''s predicament all


    too well. A concussion was no joking matter; poor recovery could leave lifelong consequences, or


    worse, cost you your life.


    Thssa pondered for a moment and then offered, "If you trust me with it, I can work on the


    designs for you. Once they''re ready, you can give them to yourpany."


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    "But don''t you have your hands full with Lysander? It''s a critical time for him, isn''t it? If you''re not


    careful, you could miss that window," Hertha said, not wanting to impose on Thssa''s precious


    time. Her job was nothingpared to Lysander''s potential awakening.


    "He''s awake now. He doesn''t need me anymore," Thssa said, trying to mask the heaviness in


    her voice.


    Still, her words were tinged with a profound sense of loss.


    "What? What did you say? Who''s awake?" Hertha was so shocked by the news that she could


    barely speak, struggling to grasp who had woken up.


    Then it hit her, and she asked in disbelief, "Are you saying Lysander is awake?"


    Hertha’s heart raced with nervous excitement as she asked the question, sensing the magnitude of


    the moment for Thssa.


    Thssa had been caring for Lysander for three years, hoping for his awakening every single day.


    Who could maintain such dedication to someone in aa for that long?


    Thssa''s efforts and perseverance had finally paid off. Her prayers were answered, weren''t they?


    Hertha felt a mix of tension and joy on behalf of her friend.


    "Yeah, Lysander''s awake," Thssa replied, her tone much moreposed than Hertha''s


    excitement.


    "Now that he''s awake, you should be by his side even more, showing him just how devoted you''ve


    been," Hertha said, hoping Thssa and Lysander would find their happily ever after.


    Hertha had initially harbored reservations about the cold and distant Lysander, even supporting


    Thssa''s decision to cut ties and be strangers. But after Lysander risked his life to save


    Thssa, she couldn''t help but see him in a new light and believed that he would always protect


    Thssa.


    How many men would risk their own lives to save their partners? Even some of the most loving


    couples couldn''t manage that. Yet Lysander, the so-called ''ice king,'' had done just that.


    "I didn''t get to see him," Thssa said somberly. "The moment he woke up, he had me thrown out


    of Royal Estates. They even tossed my luggage out after me."


    "What?" Hertha was taken aback. Moments ago, she had been warming up to Lysander, but now


    she was grinding her teeth in frustration. "That Lysander, what an ungrateful jerk! You took care of


    him for three years, and he doesn''t have a shred of gratitude! By kicking you out of Royal Estates,


    does that mean he doesn''t want anything to do with you anymore?"


    "I guess so. He said we were even before he fell into thea," Thssa confided in Hertha.


    The two of them had always been open books to each other, sharing every secret and every worry.