Chapter 1706


    Thssa knew it, Rosalind was targeting her.


    Despite being engaged to Lysander, Rosalind still saw her as a thorn in her side.


    Thssa maintained a polite and professional smile as she responded, "I''ve had to fend for myself since I was young, hustling through life. I had to drop out of college to take care of four kids. When they got older, I managed to squeeze in three years of night sses. Of course, my time was limited. How could I possiblypare to those born with a silver spoon, never worrying about their next meal, getting everything they ever wanted handed to them on a silver tter?"


    Thssa''s words were a perfect retort to Rosalind''s snide remarks, dignified yet poignant, resonating with those who understood the undertones of her struggle.


    Lysander''s eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, his deep gaze flickering towards Thssa, a hint of emotion swirling in his eyes.


    She never mentioned the three years she spent taking care of him, which had undoubtedly set back her career ambitions.


    Yet, she never used it to gain favor in his eyes.


    In contrast, Rosalind, who hadn''t cared for him for even a day, had been abroad studying when he needed help. She rushed back home only when he was about to wake up, iming she had been the one by his side for three years, shamelessly taking credit for Thssa''s sacrifice.


    Compared to Thssa''s humility, Rosalind''s selfishness was ringly obvious.


    Yet, for Lysander, it was Thssa''s unassuming nature that irked him even more!


    Lysander casually shifted his gaze away, looking towards the exhibition.


    Rosalind choked on her breath, caught off guard by Thssa''s words. She quickly looked at Thssa, ready tosh back, but then she saw the way Lysander looked at Thssa, that deep gaze filled with unmistakable fondness.


    The warmth in Lysander''s eyes was like a dagger to Rosalind''s heart, causing her a sharp pain.


    She struggled to breathe, taking a


    few seconds to recover, then swallowed the anger Thssa''s words had sparked, saying, "If your mother had been more reputable, maybe you wouldn''t have grown up without a dad, living like some fatherless child."


    Rosalind''s words med Thssa''s hardships on her mother, insinuating that Thssa was illegitimate!


    Thssa''s heart clenched, her eyes shooting daggers at Rosalind, the atmosphere turning icy, ready to retaliate.


    Lysander uncapped a bottle of water, handing it to Rosalind with a low, maic voice, "The air''s dry, watch your throat, maybe talk less."


    Rosalind, feeling unexpectedly


    pampered, hadn''t anticipated Lysander would personally offer her


    a bottle


    of water, let alone care for


    her well-being.


    Her bruised ego momentarily healed, she eagerly took the water from Lysander''s hand, obediently saying, "Okay, I''ll be quiet," before taking a big gulp. From N?velDrama.Org.


    Thssa''s anger was doused with cold water upon witnessing Lysander''s gesture, not only extinguishing her rage but also chilling her heart.


    She understood all too well; Lysander was protecting Rosalind, sparing her from difort.


    And as for the hurtful words Rosalind had thrown at her, it was just her bad luck. Whether she felt good or not, she had to swallow it alone. Thssa swallowed her grievances, her gaze falling, remaining silent.


    The temperature around seemed to drop suddenly, a chill creeping up from the soles of her feet, spreading through her veins, making her shiver. She clenched her hands on her chair to steady herself, to avoid shivering, lest she became aughingstock.