Chapter 373

Fitch shook his head, “Mr. Sinclair made it clear that without his permission, you’re not to step foot in the front yard.”

Thalassa was speechless.

The backyard was barren, only filled with ragged antiques.

It was inedible, undrinkable, and unable to provide warmth.

Was Lysander’s intention to lock her in the backyard, starve her, and freeze her to death?

Angrily, she turned and returned to her cabin in the backyard.

In the blink of an eye, afternoon arrived.

For two days, Thalassa hadn’t had a grain of rice nor a drop of water.

Hunger clouded her vision and weakened her body.

Any movement caused stars to dance before her eyes.

She was wrong, she thought Lysander would at least care about her well-being.

Lysander to be

care whether she lived or died!

her own body was a ridiculous

continued like this, she

couldn’t die!

would

reach the backyard, where the setting

a bit of

survive. She wasn’t a tree, capable of photosynthesis to create

some mushrooms growing on

white and

mushrooms, dusted

and tasty, it

subsided a bit, giving her

the mushrooms were limited. If she ate them all at once,

grow and returned to

chair, she soon felt light and airy, as if

room full of antiques seemed to transform

thought of herself as a little angel in heaven, a lamb by the goddess’ side.

herself floating on clouds,

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