Chapter 1462“Hertha was mortified by the thought of her parents shouldering her responsibilities.” Thalassa tried
to explain this to Spencer.
“What’s the big deal? They’re her own parents, not strangers,” Spencer couldn’t grasp the concept.
novelbinHertha was an only child, and despite having fallen out with her family over her refusal to marry
Spencer three years ago, Spencer often counseled her parents. They had since forgiven her and
wanted her back home. However, they were too proud to reach out to her first.
Could Hertha really go three years without contact, keeping her parents in the dark about her two
children, depriving the grandparents of watching them grow?
“Hertha might seem carefree, but she’s actually very proud. I’ve encouraged her to visit them from
time to time. She’ll come around; it’s just a matter of time,” Thalassa said.
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Spencer opened his mouth to speak about bumping into Alaric but then thought better of it and
remained silent.
The next day, Thalassa woke up early, freshened up, and instructed Fitch to prepare a splendid
breakfast to welcome a guest.
Today, Dr. Funke was set to visit Royal Estates to treat Lysander.
Securing Dr. Funke’s help had been no small feat for Thalassa, and she was determined not to give
the doctor any less than a warm welcome.
At eight in the morning, Dr. Funke arrived on schedule.
Thalassa greeted him politely, “Dr. Funke, welcome! I hope you haven’t had breakfast yet, please,
join us first.”With a gesture, she signaled Fitch, who promptly stepped forward, attempting to take Dr. Funke’s
medical bag.
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However, with a slight but firm step back, Dr. Funke made it clear he would not hand it over.
Embarrassed, Fitch retracted his hand but kept a polite smile. “Please, Dr. Funke, have a seat over
here.”
Dr. Funke glanced at Fitch and then turned to Thalassa. “I’ve eaten already. No need for such a
fuss. I promised to see your husband today and won’t delay. Where is he?”
Dr. Funke referred to Lysander as Thalassa’s husband. For simplicity, she had never corrected the
assumption that she and Lysander were married.
Dr. Funke’s efficiency cut through the formalities, and Thalassa led him upstairs to Lysander’s room.
For three years, Lysander had been lying in bed, impeccably groomed by Thalassa herself. Despite
his coma, he hadn’t wasted away, his robust form maintained, his once olive-toned skin now a
porcelain pallor adding to his noble yet chilling demeanor.
Dr. Funke set the medical bag aside and took Lysander’s wrist to feel his pulse. His concentration
was palpable.
Thalassa stood by, barely breathing, not daring to disturb Dr. Funke’s examination.
The room was steeped in silence when suddenly, authoritative footsteps approached.
Thalassa turned to see Zephyr, clad in a camel-hued trench coat, stride in with a grim face and
piercing eyes, exuding an air of fierce determination.
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