Chapter 1617
Thalassa caught her just in time, giving Lydia a look that screamed, “hold your horses.”
Just then, Lysander wheeled around, his gaze locking onto Thalassa.
Lydia, who had been blocking Thalassa’s view, got a good look at the man before her. Her eyes widened, her expression turned solemn, and she snapped to attention, standing tall and straight like an oak tree, feet together, and saluted Lysander with military precision, announcing loud and clear, “Sir, yes, sir!”
Thalassa: “”
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This sudden shift in Lydia’s demeanor left Thalassa gobsmacked. She flicked her gaze between Lysander and Lydia, bewildered. Lydia stood there, all seriousness and respect, even a tad nervous, saluting Lysander like she was in the presence of a general.
Thalassa blinked in confusion, wondering what on earth was going on.
Why was Lydia addressing Lysander as if he were a high-ranking officer?
Rosalind, who had been eyeing Thalassa, was also caught off guard by this turn of events, her curiosity piqued.
Lysander lifted his gaze, giving Lydia a brief once-over with his deep, soulful eyes, and said in a low tone, “We’re not on duty here, no need for salutes.”
“Understood, sir!” Lydia responded, lowering her hand but keeping her posture rigid and straight.
Rosalind caught on, a smirk playing on her lips as she coolly remarked, “Leave it to me to bring along someone who knows how to butter up the boss.”
Rosalind was usually the epitome of grace and knowledge. But today, she was riled up by something Lysander had said.
She had come to the Royal Estates, intending to look after Lysander as usual, but no sooner had she arrived than Lysander told her not to bother anymore. He was going to talk to Joshua and call off their engagement.
The moment Rosalind heard
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Lysander mention ending their engagement, panic set in. She pressed him for a reason, but all he
said was that they weren’t suited for marriage. Content belongs to
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In her desperation, Rosalind played the Whitman Group card, a move she would come to regret as foolish.
Seeing Thalassa’s arrival, Rosalind directed all her frustration and irritation towards her.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Jealousy clouded her judgment, making her unusually brash.
To make such an irrational comment about Thalassa, in Lysander’s presence, was clearly a dig.
Thalassa was about to retort when Lysander stepped in, his voice stern, “Rosalind, watch your words. Don’t be disrespectful to Thalassa and her friend.”
Lysander’s reprimand left Rosalind stunned and even more aggrieved. Not only was he breaking off their engagement, but he was also taking Thalassa’s side.
This only fueled her already simmering emotions, making her feel even more agitated and breathless.
But with Lysander there, she had no choice but to swallow her anger.
Turning his attention back, Lysander noticed Lydia carrying a medical kit and brought the conversation back to the matter at hand, “So, what
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Thalassa glanced at Lydia, expecting her to explain.
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But Lydia, standing as rigid as ever in Lysander’s presence, seemed too nervous to even twitch, let alone speak.
So, Thalassa took it upon herself to explain.
“Her name’s Lydia, my childhood
buddy and the star pupil of Dr.
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Funke. Royal Estates called Dr. Funke for a consultation, but he was tied up so he sent his protégé here to check on your legs,” Thalassa said. Content belongs to
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“When did Royal Estates call Dr. Funke?” Lysander’s piercing gaze shifted to Fitch, standing nearby.