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Mentioning Thalassa’s four kids brought a sparkle to Evelyn's eyes, her heart swelled with warmth. But

then, the thought of them staying with their father and beyond her reach whenever she wished to see

them cast a shadow over her spirits.

After they finished eating, Thalassa and Evelyn started to pack their bags, getting ready to hit the road.

Callum had intended to see them off, but Thalassa insisted, “You should rest that injured leg of yours,

just head back to your room. No need to trouble yourself with the ups and downs.”

“Have you guys booked your ride?” Callum asked, always sweating the small stuff.

“It's all set,” Thalassa assured him.

“Alright then, I won't see you out. Safe ride.” Callum conceded.

Dragging their suitcases, Thalassa and Evelyn stepped into the elevator and descended to the hotel

lobby.

Thalassa handed her room key and ID to the receptionist with a curt, “Checking out!”

She couldn't shake off the irritation from earlier when she called the desk to request fresh sheets and

the receptionist answered with a tone dripping with condescension.

A vacation was supposed to be joyful, yet it seemed wherever they went, they stumbled upon

snobbery, souring the mood.

The receptionist glanced over her shoulder at Thalassa's brusque tone and processed the checkout

with an air of impatience.

Thalassa, already harboring a grudge against this receptionist, now felt her patience wearing thin at the

receptionist’s dismissive behavior.

Barely containing her anger, Thalassa said coldly, “Keep up this attitude, and I'll be on the phone to

complain about you!”

The receptionist turned, her face a mask of indifference, “Exactly which part of my service seems poor

to you? Aren’t I processing your checkout as you asked?”

Just as Thalassa was about to escalate the confrontation, Evelyn stepped in and tugged at her arm,

“Let it go. Let’s just get out of here as soon as possible.”

All Evelyn wanted was to get back home and have a good rest.

Yielding to Evelyn's persuasion, Thalassa shot the receptionist a glare but let the matter slide.

The checkout was completed swiftly, and the receptionist handed back her ID.

Thalassa snatched it and retorted, “Now you can give that room to the gentleman you were so eager to

please!”

With that, she wheeled her suitcase around and stormed off.

“Mom, you don’t get it, this isn’t just discrimination,” Thalassa fumed as they walked.

She knew this was Lysander’s doing! Co?tent оf Draмa?ovеls.cом

That man – cunning in business and petty in personal grievances – had a knack for manipulation.