chapter1295

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Lucy gave Susan a warm smile as she peeled an apple. "Susan, you're

practically a heroine for saving Mr. Sinclair. A few scratches? Totally worth it."

Bruce chimed in from across the room, his voice filled with admiration. "Absolutely, Susan. After this,

Mr. Sinclair is definitely gonna see you in a new light."

Thalassa froze just outside the door, her body shaking with anger at the sound of their voices.

The last thing she wanted was to see their smug faces.

Especially Bruce – he was the one who had ruined her mother, leaving her in an emotional wreck.

She wished she could kill him.

Pretending to be all warm and fuzzy with Susan's family was something Thalassa just couldn't

stomach.

Ethan noticed Thalassa's fury and stopped beside her. He could see her clenching her jaw, her cheeks

trembling with rage.

He was well aware of the bad blood between Thalassa and Bruce's family. Gently placing a hand on

her shoulder, he whispered, "Those who aim to achieve great things must endure sometimes. Do it for

your children, Thalassa."

Thalassa's tense body gradually relaxed as she took Ethan's words to heart. She took a deep breath,

then let it out slowly, trying to calm the storm within.

Once she felt composed enough, she walked into the room with Ethan by her side.

Susan was sitting up in bed, engrossed in a mobile game, while Lucy sat beside her, feeding her the

peeled apple. Bruce was busy pouring hot drink.

As Thalassa and Ethan entered, no one looked up.

"Susan, how are you feeling? Any better?" Ethan asked, his professional smile as a CEO practiced and

polite.

Lucy turned at the sound of their voices. Her first instinct was to hurl insults at Thalassa, but the sight of

Ethan made her swallow her venom.

Forcing a grin, she buttered up to Ethan. "Mr. Ethan, what brings you to visit Susan? Are these flowers

for Susan? That’s so nice of you."

Lucy took the bouquet eagerly, bending over backwards in her enthusiasm. She sniffed the flowers

before showing them to Susan. "Look, it's from Mr. Ethan. He's brought you these."

Dropping her phone, Susan clutched the bouquet to her chest, her eyes softening coyly as she looked

up at Ethan. "Mr. Ethan, you're the most considerate man I've ever met. Even visiting a patient, you

bring flowers."

"You've got it wrong. These aren't from me; they're from Thalassa," Ethan corrected her.

Lucy and Susan's smiles froze on their faces, their gazes shifting to Thalassa, filled with resistance and

hostility.

Standing amid the crowded ward, Thalassa remained silent, trembling with loathing for Susan and her

family.

If Ethan weren't there, she'd have thrown them on the floor without a second thought.

This was the rumor Susan had been spreading for the whole week – that Thalassa had tried to kill

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Ethan nudged Thalassa gently, urging her to speak.

Since she was there, she might as well clear her name.