Hertha was scrolling through her news feed when her jaw nearly hit the floor. Without wasting a second, she scrambled for Thalassa's number and called her up, ready to give Lysander a piece of her mind. Just a few days ago, Thalassa had been telling her how Lysander had called off his engagement with Rosalind, and how it wasn't Lysander who had kicked Thalassa out of the Royal Estates. The misunderstanding was cleared, and Lysander even confessed his feelings to Thalassa.

And now, Lysander was announcing his engagement to Rosalind?

Was he just playing games with Thalassa?

Men are dogs. Not a decent one in the bunch!

Hertha, panicking, tried calling Thalassa, only to find her phone was turned off.

That couldn't be right; Thalassa never turns off her phone.

over to Thalassa's place and rang the doorbell for what felt like an eternity, but no one answered. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

felt off, and

years, aside from her visits to the Royal Estates to take care of Lysander, Thalassa had always been a homebody. Now, with no reason to visit the Royal Estates, where else could

shiver of fear through Hertha. She kept ringing the bell,

bad sign. Pacing anxiously at Thalassa's doorstep, Hertha was at a loss for what to do next or

her most desperate moment, a name popped into her head. There was

be set aside. Finding Thalassa was all

and before he could even ask what was wrong, she blurted out, "Thalassa's gone missing! I'm terrified she might do something stupid. I can't find her anywhere. What

voice was choked with tears. Thalassa was her best friend, her only true friend in this world,

had never known a father's love. Now in her thirties, even though she had reconciled with her biological father, Joshua,

had passed away

been taken away by the Sinclair

all alone, with not a soul in the world to call her own, a thought that

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