Chapter 1307
At least Leopold’s bloodline would continue if that’s the case.
No sooner had Amelia posed her question than Zephyr and Lysander turned to look at her
in unison.
In Zephyr’s cloudy eyes, shock mingled with a flicker of hope.
Lysander’s gaze, however, was dark as a stormy sky and cold as ice. It was laden with reproach toward Amelia.
“I’ve told you before, the child Thalassa is carrying is mine! It can’t possibly be anyone else’s!” Lysander’s voice cut through the air, decisive and brooking no argument.
“How can you be so sure it’s yours? What if she was unfaithful with Leopold behind your back? Then the child could be Leopold’s,” Amelia retorted, clinging to a sliver of hope.
“She hasn’t been with him; I’m certain of it!” Lysander replied, his tone as cold as steel.
“Lysander, maybe Amelia has a point. Shouldn’t we have a paternity test just to be sure?” Zephyr suggested, seeking Lysander’s consent with a tentative look.
“Nonsense!” Lysander snapped, rising in anger and storming out of the Sinclair residence, his stance unequivocally clear.
Zephyr and Amelia exchanged glances as they watched Lysander’s retreating figure, a frosty silhouette of indignation.
The hopeful light in Amelia’s eyes was quickly doused by a wave of disappointment.
And the weight of the world seemed to settle in Zephyr’s aged, milky eyes.
The next day, Thalassa didn’t go to work.
She had deliberately asked Ethan for the day off to spend time with Evelyn at home.
In the afternoon, Thalassa took Evelyn to the preschool to pick up her kids.
It had been days since she’d seen her little ones, and she missed them dearly.
She brought Evelyn along, hoping the playful and cuddly nature of the children would brighten her spirits.
Waiting at the preschool gate, they soon saw teachers leading out a line of children, each as adorable as a button.
Before long, Thalassa spotted her four little children among the crowd.
She tugged at Evelyn’s sleeve and exclaimed, “Mom, look! The kids are coming out.”
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Evelyn peered into the courtyard, and upon seeing the four little darlings, her sorrowful eyes were suddenly brimming with light.
She waved into the yard and called out, “Atticus, Dorian, Elowen, Sophia!”
At the sound of her voice, the children looked up and spotted Thalassa and Evelyn. Their eyes sparkled, and they scampered toward them without waiting for the teacher’s signal.
“Mommy, Grandma!” the little ones chorused, rushing into their arms.
Thalassa enveloped them, the sweet scent of them intoxicating her senses and lifting the
heaviness from her heart.
“Mommy, I’ve learned a new dance! I want to show you,” Elowen said, her cherubic face beaming as she twirled and danced.
Then, looking up at Thalassa, she asked, “Did you like it, Mommy?”
“It was beautiful,” Thalassa assured her.
“Then why aren’t you smiling?” Elowen’s bright eyes searched Thalassa’s face. She noticed her mother had become more silent than before. Usually, Thalassa would greet them with a beaming smile, but her expression was marred by worry today.
In her own way, Elowen was trying to make her mommy smile again.
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