Growing up without a father had always been tough for Thalassa, but losing her dearest mother a few years back was the final blow. Her children were her anchor, yet the Sinclair family had sent them off to a military boarding school, making it impossible for her to see them.

Just when she finally found her father, he poured all his affection into Rosalind, continuously hurting Thalassa without a second thought.

And Lysander, the father of Thalassa's children, who should have been her knight in shining armor, was set to marry her half-sister.

After facing one blow after another, Thalassa was left all alone, now lying on a hospital bed with not a soul in sight to comfort her.

The thought of Thalassa's trials and tribulations twisted Hertha's heart in agony. She cared for her deeply.

Luckily, the injuries weren't serious this time.

As Hertha was drowning in her worry for Thalassa, a slight movement under Thalassa's eyelids signaled her awakening. "Thalassa," Hertha whispered excitedly.

Thalassa slowly opened her eyes, greeted first by the strong scent of antiseptic. As her gaze settled on the sterile white ceiling, her eyes drifted to meet Hertha's concerned ones. She attempted to sit up, only to be hit by a wave of pain.

there," Hertha cautioned, gently pressing her down. "You've

back down, her mind racing back to the events

crash? Did the person responsible

hint of regret, "No, it was Alaric. He's out grabbing dinner for us as a way

was

here, need me?" Alaric's voice, laced with jest,

a meal box. Hertha quickly stood up to take it

Community to clean up and rest. I'll take

can manage alone? I can stay

apologizing to Thalassa for

her annoyance, pushed him towards the

pained Alaric, who looked desperately

before he

her words, and he gratefully

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