Chapter 1827


    Thssa''s eyes brightened with surprise as she recognized the figure before her, "Lydia, you made it! Why didn''t youe in?"


    "Fitch mentioned you all had stepped out, so I decided to wait here for you," Lydia responded.


    As Thssa, pushing Lysander in his wheelchair, drew closer, she took a better look at Lydia''s face and noticed some dark bruises under her eyes, signs of a healing ck eye. Those bruises were remnants of thest time Lydia had thrown herself into a fray to help Thssa crash a wedding, ending up in a scuffle with the security team. The marks hadn''tpletely faded yet.


    Thinking back to Lydia standing her ground against four, all to help her make a dramatic entrance at the hotel to stop Lysander and Rosalind''s wedding ceremony in the nick of time, Thssa couldn''t help but admire her bravery and was immensely grateful. "If it weren''t for your help, I wouldn''t have been able to make it into the hotel so smoothly and stop the ceremony," Thssa warmly said to Lydia as if she were family, "Why wait outside? Come in and make yourself at home."


    As she spoke, she ushered Lydia inside.


    Lydia seemed a bit tense, especially upon seeing Lysander, her demeanor instantly filled with a deep respect, and she straightened up, saying, "Good day, sir!"


    Thssa was momentarily taken aback, almost forgetting that Lydia used to serve under Lysander, who was hermanding officer.


    Lysander gave her a brief look and said, "Just call me Lysander, no need for formalities."


    He had retired from service and was no longer inmand.


    "This..." Lydia struggled with the informality, unsure how to call him by his first name.


    Seeing Lydia''s dilemma, Thssa suggested with a smile, "If it makes you morefortable, you can call him Mr. Sinir, it''s okay."


    "Well, if that''s alright, then Mr. Sinir it is," Lydia said, scratching the back of her head awkwardly.


    Once inside, Thssa made sure Lysander wasfortably seated on the couch before hurrying to prepare some refreshments for Lydia.


    Fitch, noticing the gesture, quickly intervened, "Ms. Everhart, allow me. Please, have a seat and enjoy your visit with Ms. Everhart."


    Fitch was overly cautious, aware that he had unintentionally made Lydia wait outside, fearing Lysander''s disapproval.


    Thssa, noticing Fitch''s


    anxiousness, didn''t object and sat down with Lydia, starting a casual conversation, "How have Drunke and my aunt been doing recently?"


    Lydia, still somewhat rigid, nodded, "They''re doing quite well, actually Dr. Funke has been personally administering acupuncture for my aunt''s arthritis, and it''s beeno improving."


    After answering Thssa''s question, Lydia quickly remembered her purpose for visiting, "I''vee for Mr.Sinir''s routine check-up and acupuncture session. It''s that time of the week again."


    Even though Dr. Funke had concluded that Lysander''s condition was unlikely to improve, he still insisted Lydia continue with the weekly check-ups and treatments.Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    Lydia didn''t fully understand the reasoning but followed the doctor''s orders diligently.


    Before Thssa could respond, Lysander''s deep voice cut through the room, "Is there still a need to continue with these treatments?"