Chapter 1296
Thalassa’s gaze on Susan was like staring at a snake in the grass. With each smug curl of Susan’s lips, a smoldering anger built within her, itching to leap forth in the form of a stinging slap across her smirking face.
And then there were the others, Lucy and Bruce, tightening her chest with scorn.
But Ethan was right. Even if she couldn’t muster the will to do it for herself, she had to think about her children.
Swallowing the bile of her rage, Thalassa spoke up, “Mr. Ethan’s right. The flowers were meant for Susan, as a thank you for saving Lysander.”
Susan reared up like she’d been struck by lightning, her face twisting into an ugly snarl as she pointed accusingly at Thalassa. “Thank me? What right have you to thank me on behalf of Lysander? You’re nothing to him. Just a plaything he hasn’t grown tired of yet. Soon enough, he’ll kick you to the curb. And here you are, shamelessly offering thanks in his stead. How dare you?”
Bolstered by her act of heroism, Susan’s arrogance knew no bounds.
She dared to lash out at Thalassa, even with Ethan present, not caring if word got back to Lysander.
After all, she believed in Lysander’s eyes, Thalassa was an attempted murderer while she was his savior.
Lysander’s newfound favor towards her was undeniable, a sentiment recently affirmed when he had sent her some fruit as a gesture of his concern.
Thalassa had been biting back her fury while addressing Susan, but the latter’s vitriolic accusations were the last straw. With a rage that burned like wildfire and threatened to burst from her chest, Thalassa lunged forward in an unanticipated move.
With a swift motion, her hand flew out and “smack!”—the slap cracked across Susan’s cheek with an echo that reverberated through the ward.
Susan’s face jerked to the side, her eyes wide with shock, her cheek stinging fiercely as a ringing filled her ears.
Lucy, who had been delicately peeling an apple, a gift from Lysander as precious as a golden apple from Greek mythology, stood frozen. She had been moments away from feeding it to Susan, elevating her status with each bite.
But before Susan could bite the fruit, her face was violently turned aside by Thalassa’s blow.
The apple in Lucy’s hand hovered as confusion took over,
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Chapter 1296
Bruce was the first to snap out of the daze. His beloved daughter had been slapped, the same daughter currently held in high esteem by Lysander, the daughter upon whom Bruce was pinning his hopes for future wealth.
That bastard child, Evelyn’s offspring from an affair, had dared to strike his blood!
In a flash of rage, Bruce’s hand, gripping a cup of scalding water, arced through the air toward Thalassa’s face.
“Who gave you the right to hit my daughter?” he bellowed.
“Watch out!” came a warning from Ethan. But Thalassa was still caught in the throes of her fury, barely registered the danger.
Ethan immediately spun around, shielding her with his body.
The boiled water cascaded over Ethan’s back, drenching him through his clothes.
A muffled groan of pain escaped Ethan’s lips, his face contorted briefly in agony.
Snapping back to reality, Thalassa immediately turned to Ethan. “Mr. Ethan, you’re burned! You need to get that looked at right away.”
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