Chapter 1543


    Hertha was in a bind


    Donovan was insistent on her presence. But what about the kids?


    Bridget had taken the day off due to a family emergency. There was no way Hertha could ask her toe back.


    Relying on Spencer was out of the question. After yesterday''s favor, his girlfriend had caught a glimpse of their interaction and wasn''t too pleased.


    Hertha couldn''t be the reason their rtionship hit the rocks.All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    And pushing off work wasn''t an option either.


    After much deliberation, Hertha decided to take the kids along.


    Ethan had mentioned over the phone that he wanted to discuss something in person. Since it was Ethan, Hertha felt there was no cause for concern.


    She nned to bring the kids to the diner, asking the staff to keep an eye on Julian and Helena while she and Ethan talked. After the discussion,


    she''d leave immediately.


    With this n in mind, Hertha, along with Julian and Helena, headed out.


    Fortune Restaurant.


    Thssa, Astrid, and Dr. Funke had been waiting for over forty minutes. It was already 10 AM when Adide, who had agreed to a blind date, sent


    Thssa a message canceling at thest minute.


    Thssa''s heart tightened at the message, worriedly ncing at Dr. Funke, unsure how to exin the situation.


    "Is there something on my face?" Dr. Funke, catching Thssa’s gaze, asked with a hint of suspicion.


    Thssa quickly shook her head, stammering, "Adide messaged... she went to another blind date location and won''t make it.”


    Upon hearing this, Dr. Funke''s


    demeanor darkened, an aura of


    displeasure-enveloping him. =


    ‘Thsse; you promised me twos


    thingsin exchange for treating.


    Lysander. Now that I''ve cured him,


    areyou trying to brush me off?"


    As he spoke, a formidable presence filled the air, making it almost palpable.


    Thssa, sensing the tension, looked past Dr. Funke to see Rosalind wheeling Lysander towards them.


    Lysander, dressed in a sleek, handmade ck suit, exuded an air of elegance and authority, even seated in a wheelchair. His striking features were


    tight with displeasure, his presence undeniablymanding.


    Rosalind, pushing the wheelchair, appeared somewhat embarrassed.


    As Thssa was about to respond to Dr. Funke, the sight of Lysander stopped her cold, words failing her.


    Astrid, disliking Dr. Funke''s tone with


    Thssa, st@od up to defend her


    friend. "Howean you say that?


    Thssahas been diligently t ying:


    to find:you a match. She''s upte


    everyaright, scouring dating sités to


    notimiss any potential candidates


    fén you. How can you use her of


    not caring?”


    “During Lysander''s treatment, she indeed made every effort. But what about now? Barely after Lysander''s recovery, she sets me up with a no-show.


    Isn’t that neglect?" Dr. Funke argued.


    "The one who should be grateful to you for my treatment is me,” Lysander spoke up, his voice deep and authoritative.


    Was this Thssa’s children’s father, Lysander?


    Dr. Funke, too, turned to see Lysander, looking well, though confined to a wheelchair.


    After a brief assessment, he remarked, "Mr. Sinir, it''s been a month. Haven''t you stood up yet?"