Chapter 1592


    The mood darkened as Lysander''s handsome face was shadowed by Thssa''s distant tone.


    His piercing gaze fixed on her, an aura of authority surrounding him without a word of anger, he spoke, "Standing all the way over there, how do you expect to stay updated about Joshua''s condition?"


    Thssa''s breath hitched, understanding Lysander''s reason for calling her over was to allow her to openly show her concern for Joshua.


    Her hesitations and fears were all too clear to Lysander.


    Once exposed, the heaviness in her heart surprisingly lifted quite a bit.


    Taking a deep breath, Thssa let go of the pressure weighing on her heart, choosing to remain silent.


    Matilda broke the silence, "Before going in, Joshua kept holding my hand, asking for all of you toe. He''s worried he might not make it..."


    Her voice trailed off as she wiped away a tear.


    Thssa felt her heart tighten, her facade of calm cracking with visible concern.


    Rosalind burst into tears, "So, it is really that serious. Oh, Dad, please, you have to be alright...”


    Reginald, who had previously made a grim remark in the car, now felt his calm demeanor falter upon hearing his own mother speak of his father''s grave injuries. He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and taking deep drags to stabilize his mood.


    After blowing out a cloud of smoke, realizing there was another gentleman present, he offered a cigarette to Lysander.


    Before Lysander could reach out, Thssa urgently interjected, "He can''t smoke!"N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.


    Her sudden step forward, driven by concern, drew surprised looks from everyone present.


    Especially from Rosalind, whose ssic, intelligent eyes first widened in shock at Thssa, then shifted into a barely concealed mix of anger, jealousy, and annoyance.


    When did Thssa be the first to care for Lysander?


    Lysander''s deep gaze turned towards Thssa, his eyes revealing a stir of emotions beneath the surface.


    Was Thssa still concerned about him? An instinctive reaction is hard to fake.


    Reginald''s offer to smoke had Thssa immediately stepping in to advocate for his health, knowing well the details of his condition after caring for him for three years.


    Dr. Funke, whom Thssa had sought for his treatment, must have clearly outlined the dos and don''ts to her.


    She had etched these daily living precautions deep in her memory, hence her prompt intervention against smoking.


    Seeing Thssa''s caring expression, the coldness surrounding Lysander melted away, his eyes softening, filled with emotion as he looked back at


    her.


    Reginald nced at Thssa,


    realizing the implication of her


    words Lysander was still on his path to recovery, and indulgences like cigarettes were certainly off limits.


    He quickly retracted his hand, saying, "You''re still in that wheelchair; better not smoke then."


    Reginald was always


    straightforward. He put the cigarette


    back into the pack, took another deep drag from the one between his lips, and exhaled, letting the smoke swirl around.


    Matilda waved away the smoke, telling Reginald, "Why don''t you smoke somewhere else? Just in case the doctores out and sees you like this, they might think we don''t care about your dad. Content


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    "Alright, I''ll head to the smoking area. Call me immediately if there''s any update," Reginald said before turning to leave.