Thalassa, with Lydia in tow, made her way to the grand entrance of the Royal Estates. The sight of two security guards stationed at the gate was no surprise. As Thalassa approached, ready to explain her presence and ask them to inform Lysander of their arrival, the guards bowed slightly, saying, "Ms. Everhart, please, after you..."

Their respectful demeanor took Thalassa aback. These were the same guards who, not so long ago, had unceremoniously tossed her belongings outside the estate, coldly informing her that she was no longer welcome at Royal Estates.

Now, their attitude had done a complete one-eighty, treating her with such politeness and respect that it was almost disorienting. Thalassa guessed this change of heart must've been Lysander's doing. With the misunderstanding cleared, he must have issued new instructions regarding her.

Being welcomed back into Royal Estates felt reassuring.

the

He was turned away from the door, allowing Thalassa a view of his stern profile. Rosalind knelt beside him, gripping the armrest of his wheelchair, her

you talking about calling off the engagement now? Aren't you worried it'll just make things worse for him?" Rosalind pleaded, a single tear trailing down her

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Grandpa Zephyr and my dad, they both wanted this marriage for us. Marry me, and the Whitman Group is yours,

that silenced rooms. "I don't need handouts to

no room for argument. He was a man

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