Lysander's chilly eyes narrowed, his hands gripping the wheels of his wheelchair, ready to push himself towards Thalassa.

"Thalassa!" Callum, quick on his feet, rushed forward to support Thalassa. His voice was laced with concern, "Thalassa, are you badly hurt? Should I take you to the hospital right now?"

Thalassa swallowed hard, her throat aching as if slashed by a knife, her heart constricting with pain. Her voice trembled as she replied, "No need, I'll just head home, clean the wound with some antiseptic, and slap on a band-aid."

She steadied herself, silently slipping her hand out of Callum's grasp. With her back to Lysander, she could feel his cold, merciless stare piercing through her.

It sent chills down her spine and a stabbing pain in her heart.

looking back or catching Lysander's

his help, he kept

watched as Callum and Thalassa's

bulging on his hand back. His handsome face was tense, his eyes cold, and his cold aura was nearly enough to freeze the air around him. Rosalind, ever so observant, noticed Lysander's instinctive move to push his wheelchair forward as Thalassa almost fell and his icy and taut

hadn't moved on from Thalassa. He was angry when Thalassa was close to Callum, and

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then upping it to a hundred million, showcasing a greed that knew no bounds. Even if they

psychology, feigning indifference to trick the kidnapper into believing that killing Thalassa would only make her a tool in

maneuver ensured that Thalassa

was really using his wisdom to protect

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