Chapter 1829
Lydia suddenly snapped back to reality, her actions haphazard as she exclaimed, “Okay, okay, I’ll check his pulse right now.”
She quickly reined in her astonishment, taking Lysander’s hand in hers, trying her best to calm the storm inside her and steady her nerves as she prepared to take his pulse.
Thalassa noticed Lydia’s hands trembling slightly as she held Lysander’s wrist, as if she were incredibly nervous, almost scared.
Seeing this, Thalassa couldn’t help but chuckle. “Lydia, maybe you need a cup of tea to calm your nerves?”
In her current state, how could she accurately assess Lysander’s condition?
Realizing she was indeed too tense, Lydia took a deep breath and said, “No, no, I’m fine… I just need to close my eyes, that’s all…”
She didn’t dare voice the thought that floated through her mind next: And not get fed up with your lovey-dovey stuff.
Even if she felt comfortable joking with Thalassa, she wouldn’t dare tease Lysander in the same way.
With her eyes closed, Lydia focused on taking Lysander’s pulse, proving her point that shutting the outside world out allowed her to stabilize her mind and concentrate on the task at hand.
Meanwhile, Thalassa stayed silent, not wanting to disturb Lydia’s concentration.
After checking both wrists, an impatient Thalassa asked, “Well? How is he?” Ads by PubFuture
Lydia responded, “Mr. Sinclair’s overall health is quite good. But his leg… it’s not something that’ll heal overnight. It’s going to take consistent treatment over time.”
Thalassa was overjoyed at the news. “So, you’re saying there’s still hope for Lysander’s leg?”
Hearing Lydia mention before that Lysander might never stand again had pained Thalassa deeply, almost suffocating her with sorrow.
Lysander, so proud and unyielding, how could he accept a future where he couldn’t stand on his own two feet?
Knowing this, Thalassa had resolved to throw caution to the wind and rush to his side.
Life was too short to waste on indecision.
Those you care for, you chase after without a second thought, lest you regret it for a lifetime.
It was this very determination that had driven Thalassa to decide on eloping.
Now, hearing that there was still hope for Lysander’s leg, Thalassa felt an immense joy, even more so than Lysander himself.
Seeing her so elated, Lydia hurried to
temper her expectations, “I mean, there’s hope with treatment, but I can’t guarantee the extent of recovery.” Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
Her words implied that despite the treatment, Lysander might still end up unable to stand.
Thalassa’s smile stiffened a bit, not Ads by PubFuture
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out of disdain for Lysander’s condition, but knowing how much Lysander himself cared about his ability to stand. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org
His earlier question to Lydia, asking
if
treatment, revealed his frustration
3 was still a point in continuing
distress over his condition.
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He had once stood tall, commanding respect and admiration from all.
To fall from such heights into despair was a cruel fate.
Thalassa wanted to bring joy back into Lysander’s life.
But faced with this fragile hope, she couldn’t help feeling a bit disheartened.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.
However, she quickly rallied, her smile returning as she said, “It’s okay. Like you said, there’s hope with treatment. We can’t give up.”
“If you never stand again, would you be disappointed?” Lysander suddenly spoke, his deep gaze fixed on Thalassa.
His eyes, deeper than the ocean, showed a depth Thalassa had never seen before.
It made Thalassa’s heart sink in response.
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