Thalassa knew it, Rosalind was targeting her.

Despite being engaged to Lysander, Rosalind still saw her as a thorn in her side.

Thalassa maintained a polite and professional smile as she responded, "I've had to fend for myself since I was young, hustling through life. I had to drop out of college to take care of four kids. When they got older, I managed to squeeze in three years of night classes. Of course, my time was limited. How could I possibly compare to those born with a silver spoon, never worrying about their next meal, getting everything they ever wanted handed to them on a silver platter?"

Thalassa's words were a perfect retort to Rosalind's snide remarks, dignified yet poignant, resonating with those who understood the undertones of her struggle.

Lysander's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, his deep gaze flickering towards Thalassa, a hint of emotion swirling in his eyes.

She never mentioned the three years she spent taking care of him, which had undoubtedly set back her career ambitions.

to gain

abroad studying when he needed help. She rushed back home only when he was about to wake

Thalassa's humility, Rosalind's

it was Thalassa's unassuming nature that

casually shifted his gaze away, looking

words. She quickly looked at Thalassa, ready to lash back, but then she saw the way

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her eyes shooting daggers at

uncapped a bottle of water, handing it to Rosalind with a low, magnetic voice, "The air's dry, watch your throat, maybe

Rosalind, feeling unexpectedly

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