Chapter 1503


    Lysander''s chilly eyes narrowed, his hands gripping the wheels of his wheelchair, ready to push


    himself towards Thssa.


    "Thssa!" Callum, quick on his feet, rushed forward to support Thssa. His voice wasced with


    concern, "Thssa, are you badly hurt? Should I take you to the hospital right now?"


    Thssa swallowed hard, her throat aching as if shed by a knife, her heart constricting with pain.


    Her voice trembled as she replied, "No need, I''ll just head home, clean the wound with some


    antiseptic, and p on a band-aid."


    She steadied herself, silently slipping her hand out of Callum''s grasp. With her back to Lysander,


    she could feel his cold, merciless stare piercing through her.


    It sent chills down her spine and a stabbing pain in her heart.


    Without looking back or catching Lysander''s eye, she stumbled forward.


    Callum, worried, watched her faltering steps. Knowing she wouldn''t want his help, he kept a


    respectful distance, silently apanying her home.


    Lysander watched as Callum and Thssa’s departure figures toward the same direction.


    He tightened his grip on the wheelchair and his veins were bulging on his hand back. His handsome


    face was tense, his eyes cold, and his cold aura was nearly enough to freeze the air around him.


    Rosalind, ever so observant, noticed Lysander''s instinctive move to push his wheelchair forward as


    Thssa almost fell and his icy and taut gaze followed Thssa as she left.


    Deep in her mind, she realized something then – Lysander hadn''t moved on from Thssa. He was


    angry when Thssa was close to Callum, and he was nervous enough to clench his fists when


    she was in danger. Despite thinking Thssa was with Callum, his care for her was undeniable.


    Earlier, when Thssa was kidnapped, the kidnapper demanded an outrageous ransom, first ten


    million, then upping it to a hundred million, showcasing a greed that knew no bounds. Even if they


    had given her all that money, she wouldn''t have simply let Thssa go – her ambitions would only


    grow, potentially ending Thssa''s life even after receiving the ransom.


    Lysander had used reverse psychology, feigning indifference to trick the kidnapper into believing


    that killing Thssa would only make her a tool in a murder, leading to incarceration.


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    This maneuver ensured that Thssa could leave there unscathed.


    He was really using his wisdom to protect Thssa''s personal safety.


    Rosalind stood by Lysander. As she watched his deep gaze following Thssa''s departure, her


    heart ached with the realization. She had thought that Lysander''s recent cooperation and pleasant


    demeanor towards her signaled his moving on from Thssa and epting her instead.


    But it didn’t strike her that she was mistaken.


    After a moment, Rosalind took a deep breath, managing her emotions before suggesting,


    "Lysander, let''s head back."


    Lysander, maneuvering his wheelchair, headed for the extended limousine. Once in the car, he


    called his security chief, "Deploy a team to catch a vagrant, a woman goes by the name Susan!"


    "Because she kidnapped Thssa?" Rosalind said. Hearing Lysander''s orders to catch the


    kidnapper, she just couldn''t hide her disappointment.


    Lysander''s care for Thssa went far beyond what she had imagined. She had thought the ordeal


    with the kidnapper was over after Lysander''s clever bluff. Little did she know, Lysander was still


    taking steps to apprehend the culprit.