Chapter 1220

With a thud, Callum’s cane hit the ground, and without its support, his body pitched forward, bringing him to his knees.

His wrist was gripped in Lysander’s vice-like hand, the pain of his bones threatening to snap slithering into his heart like a venomous snake.

Grimacing through the pain, the muscles in his cheeks taut with the effort to endure, Callum’s usually gentle eyes now sparkled with defiance and a hint of mirth as he looked up at Lysander and said, “That insecure, huh? Even if you snuff me out, you think you’ll find peace of mind?”

Lysander saw the mockery on Callum’s face, and something within him stirred. His voice was cold and ominous, cutting through the air, “And what if I do?”

He tightened his grasp.

A sickening “crack” echoed as Callum’s wrist bone fractured.

“Ugh!” Callum stifled a groan, managing not to scream out loud.

“Callum!” Thalassa cried out in alarm, rushing over. She saw the agony etched on his face, sweat beading on his forehead as he knelt by the table, his injured leg trembling slightly, his hand shaking as if it were a leaf in the wind.

statue of icy intent, his

to breathe.

wrist, his grip did

for Lysander’s hand in an attempt to pry it loose, but despite her efforts, his hand remained immovable.

piercing as the edge of a

She pleaded, “Lysander, let him go. If you

her, its icy edge momentarily startling

silence.

should be talking now!” Lysander’s cold voice was a stark

rapidly, desperate to

He shouldn’t be caught up

once fine, until Lysander’s bodyguard broke his leg, and now Lysander

Chapter 1220

she didn’t do something, she would only cause Callum more harm.

moved her hands towards Lysander’s face, cupping his

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