Chapter 522

The man stood before the hearth in the living room. His gaze was fixed on the landscape painting hanging above it.

In rural America, it was customary for each household to hang a painting like that, a symbol of bellef, used in celebrations and festivities.

Typically, by 11 or 12 at night, most people in the village would have retired to bed, leaving only the sounds of chirping crickets and hooting owls.

Unexpectedly, Thalassa found her living room fully lit at that late hour.

The man standing in the center of the room had chestnut hair and donned a black and white tracksuit.

His attire was casual and youthful, but the figure he cut, staring at the painting, was desolate and melancholy.

The man was tall and slender, radiating an aura of cultured warmth.

It was Leopold!

Upon seeing him, Thalassa’s breath hitched.

that Leopold was missing, had used all her

here he was in

and there was a

him, Leopold turned around, and his eyes landed on a woman entering with two children. His gaze then shifted to a familiar face.

melancholy face as

about to engage in small talk when his eyes

short, chubby,

smile froze as he asked, “Thalassa,

Thalassa’s quadruplets,” Evelyn interrupted before Thalassa could respond. Her voice was filled with indignation.

was shocked, and disbelief washed over him,

identity, but hearing it confirmed had knocked the wind out of

by the hand, glared at Leopold, “What are you doing here in the middle of

laced with hostility and

boyfriend, she had told Evelyn it was serious. She

then Leopold slept with

was why Thalassa had broken up with

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