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Lysander's breath was heavy, his eyes smoldered a deep crimson, and a vein throbbed at his temple.

His jaw was clenched tight, and the hand gripping her chin was so tense that the veins on the back of

his hand stood out.

This woman, even now, acted as if he couldn't care less, still deceiving him!

Her aloofness and nonchalance, all fueled Lysander's rage. He really should just strangle her! His grip

tightened.

"Ouch, that hurts..." Thalassa winced, her features contorted with pain. She struggled to breathe as the

pain was unbearable. A pained cry escaped her throat.

Lysander's red eyes flickered. Her cry of pain seemed to tug at his nerves, fueling his fury to the point

he wanted to kill her, yet his hand involuntarily loosened its grip.

"I will get to the bottom of the truth! You’d better stay put and behave yourself!" Lysander grounded out

the icy words through clenched teeth, let go of her chin, and stormed out of the hospital room.

The oppressive coldness withdrew, and the sharp pain in her jaw eased as Thalassa's tensed body

slumped. Her hands propped her up on the bed. She bent over as she gasped for air, her rapid

breathing turning into coughs.

"Cough, cough cough..." The abdominal pain flared up again with each cough.

Thalassa immediately covered her belly with her free hand, trying to ease the pain by cradling her

stomach.

Earlier, when her coughing had started, Lysander had shown a flash of concern and instantly called for

a doctor. But now, hearing her cough, he didn't even look back as he strode out of the room.

Thalassa was all too aware of the stark difference in his behavior. Initially, he had believed the child she

carried was his, which explained his earlier concern. But now, suspecting that the child might be

Callum's, he couldn't care less about the fate of the baby, let alone her feelings.

Holding her belly, Thalassa laughed bitterly, her eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Why had he never considered her situation or cared for her feelings, yet insisted on keeping her tied to

him?

Why was he so domineering?

Letting her go would spare them both the constant suspicion and anger.

Wouldn't it be better for them both if she could just leave?

Sitting back against the pillows, Thalassa tried to calm her pained and ragged breaths. She went from

self-mockery to a gradual stillness of emotion.

She knew that her distress could threaten the baby, so no matter how aggrieved or miserable she felt,

she had to console herself, regulate her mood, and find peace. Only then could she protect her child.

Even if Lysander didn't believe the child was his, it was still hers, and she would love her child

regardless.

...

Lysander, cold as ice, returned to the Sinclair Group headquarters.

A somber mood had descended over the entire Sinclair Group, affecting every employee. They all

tiptoed around their tasks, fearful of making the slightest mistake.

David entered the CEO's office to report, "Mr. Sinclair, the stocks that Lucy invested in have plummeted

within an hour. Her family is facing financial ruin."

Lysander's gaze lifted. A sharp, icy stare focused on David.

David shivered under that gaze anxiously and uneasily. "Mr. Sinclair, is there a problem?"

David asked tentatively.

"Did Amelia call you?" Lysander's voice was cool and firm, not asking but stating.

David, head bowed, reported, "Amelia said she needed to speak with you urgently. I thought, with you

being at the hospital and all, that it wouldn't interfere..."

David's voice trailed off, waiting for Lysander's response, hoping not to have added fuel to the fire.