Chapter 1866


    "You know..." Zephyr was on the verge of criticizing how Lysander''s career seemed overly influenced by a woman. But then he saw him in his wheelchair and remembered the grave words Dr. Funke had shared with him. Lysander might never stand again!


    When Lysander first learned of this harsh reality, his expression froze. Zephyr could sense the turmoil within him, knowing how bitter it must be to ept his inability to stand.


    Lysander''s personal fortune was vast, ensuring he''d never worry about the essentials in life. Had it not been for someone dear to him, he wouldn''t have even considered diving back into the business world in his current state. Yet, here he was, daring to face the business world head-on, despite his paralysis, all to fulfill someone else''s dream.


    Regardless of his motives, it was clear that Lysander was not giving up on life. He was still moving forward, still fighting for a meaningful existence. Zephyr, caught in a wave of emotion, sighed deeply and said, "Alright, if you''ve made up your mind, I won''t say more."


    At the heart of it, Lysander meant well. He wasn''t out to ruin the Sinir family but to reignite Payton''s drive. If Payton couldn''t rise to the asion, the Sinir Group was doomed either way. Lysander''s actions, at the very least, could serve as a wake-up call for Payton to start taking his responsibilities seriously.


    As for Zephyr, although he worried about thepany, he felt the weight of his years. Wanting to intervene but finding himself unable, he recognized his limitations. With thepany mattersid bare, Zephyr held no grudge against Lysander. Yet, Lysander remained seated, showing no signs of leaving.


    After a pause, Zephyr, sensing something on Lysander''s mind, lifted his gaze and asked, "Out with it. You''re not one to hesitate."N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    "This Saturday, Thssa and I are nning to visit the kids at school," Lysander said bluntly, his resolve clear.


    Zephyr peered into Lysander''s determined eyes for a moment, knowing full well his determination was unshakeable. He knew he couldn''t stop him.


    Originally, he had opposed


    Thssa''s wishes to see the


    children as a way to keep her in check. But now that Lysander had regained his spirit and had his own ns, Zephyr knew he couldn''t interfere. "I''ll have a word with the school," Zephyr conceded. Content


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    “Thanks, Grandpa. I''ll be off then," Lysander said, finally maneuvering his wheelchair to leave, having received Zephyr''s blessing.


    Thssa was waiting for Lysander on the couch, seemingly dozed off from the long wait. Her hand propped her face as she nodded off. She remained unaware even as Lysander returned.


    Leaning against the couch, her elbow rested on a cushion, her palm supporting her head, she was the picture of tranquility.


    Fitch, noticing Lysander''s return,


    was about to wake Thssa. Just as he was about to speak,


    Lysander''s stern nce stopp


    him, signaling he wished to let her sleep Fitch understood, stepping back quietly.


    Lysander''s gaze softened as he looked at Thssa, the gentle light casting a serene glow on her already fair skin, making her look even more endearing. Her long eyshes


    rested on her lids like two real ne


    butterflies. Her lips puckered slightly, as if dreaming of some delicious treat, asionally smacking together.