Chapter 1304
Inside the Sinclair manor, the atmosphere was dense with tension. Zephyr’s gaze was sharp as a hawk’s, locking onto Lysander who was seated across from him.
“I told you before, give it three months to see Thalassa’s true colors, and you’d cut ties with her. What’s it been now? Six months?”
Zephyr’s stern look bore down on Lysander, his tone accusatory and laden with disappointment.
Lysander was dressed in a bespoke black suit, meeting Zephyr’s piercing gaze with his own, which were deep and dark as a midnight sky.
“She’s not the kind of person you think.”
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“Really?” Zephyr let out a bitter chuckle, as if he’d just heard the world’s biggest joke. His face hardened, and a hollow laugh escaped his throat.
“Not that kind of person? She ousted Faye Brennan and conveniently moved into your home, not to mention she’s Bruce’s daughter. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, you
know?”
Zephyr’s eyes, turbid with anger, trembled slightly.
He knew all too well that Bruce was the homewrecker from the past, the man because of whom Belinda had abandoned everything to elope, ultimately leading both herself and Barnett Sinclair to a tragic car accident.
Zephyr’s hatred for Bruce was just as intense as Lysander’s.
However, being a man with a military background, Zephyr wouldn’t seek personal
vengeance.
Bruce’s wrongdoings were condemnable on a moral level, but there was no direct link to Belinda and Barnett’s death.
Even if Zephyr wanted to put Bruce behind bars, he had no legal grounds.
But that didn’t mean Zephyr didn’t harbor resentment.
“Faye was fired for her own misdeeds. She bribed our staff and her actions inadvertently led to Grandma’s passing. Those are the undeniable facts. Grandpa, you can’t just pin all
the blame on Thalassa.”
Lysander spoke with a calm composure, his intelligence shining through as he patiently explained the sequence of events to Zephyr.
“Don’t start talking about your grandmother…” Zephyr clutched his chest, pained at the mention of his wife. His heart ached as if ants were gnawing at it.
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Chapter 1304
His beloved, the woman who had been by his side for a lifetime, Sybil, had not passed away from natural causes, but due to the indirect actions of someone with malicious
intent.
Whenever he thought of Sybil, Zephyr felt a pain so deep he could hardly breathe.
He always blamed himself for failing to protect her.
“Grandpa…” Seeing Zephyr gripping his chest in pain, Lysander moved closer, concern etched on his face as he gently supported the older man.
Zephyr pushed his hand away, clearly disappointed at him, not wanting his concern.
As his hand was brushed aside, Lysander’s brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes filled with shards of sorrow, like stars dimmed by grief.
“If it wasn’t for Thalassa’s mother pressuring Sybil to give her blessing for your marriage to Thalassa, she wouldn’t have been so distressed. She wouldn’t have missed that broom on the floor and fallen, losing her life.”
Zephyr’s voice carried a heavy sorrow, his breathing ragged.
As the pain in his heart slowly subsided, he removed the hand from his chest and looked at a painting on the wall-a landscape of rolling hills and tranquil waters, the epitome of freedom and contentment.
It was a piece painted by Sybil.
Whenever Zephyr looked at that painting, he was submerged in his memories of Sybil.
His heart was heavy with grief.
“Lysander, you’re blinded to that woman’s tricks,” Zephyr said, his eyes still on the painting, but his words clearly meant for Lysander.
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