Chapter 1363
Lysander glanced skyward, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he spotted
a hélicopter slicing through the air, hurtling toward the Thalassa family estate at breakneck speed.
Years of training had honed his instincts to a razor’s edge, and every fiber of his being screamed danger.
With a face set in grim determination, he yelled into the house, “Thalassa, grab Astrid and get out here-now!”
Barely pausing for breath, Lysander bolted inside, his features taut with the urgency of impending battle.
Inside, Thalassa was shucking corn with Astrid, oblivious to the threat. At the sound of Lysander’s commanding voice, she mistook it for another of his domineering tactics, the kind he used to make her bend to his will.
She didn’t move, her mind stubbornly rehearsing her newfound independence. She had finally cut ties with Lysander and was determined not to be under his thumb ever again.
But in the next heartbeat, Lysander’s towering figure stormed in, grabbed Thalassa’s hand, and dragged her toward the door.
“Boom!”
Before they had taken two steps, a bomb hurtled from the distance, striking the Thalassa estate with deadly precision.
The villa erupted in an explosion, bricks and debris flying, walls collapsing in a cloud of dust and destruction.
“Ah!” Astrid’s scream tore through the chaos, a sound of pure terror.
“Auntie!” Thalassa cried out, her mind reeling from the blast. The world seemed around her, paralyzing her with shock.
But Astrid’s screams cut through her haze of disbelief, filling her with a desperate,
sorrow.
As Astrid’s cries pierced the air, Thalassa’s body moved on instinct, her legs carrying back toward the house, back to rescue her aunt.
Just as she turned to run back inside, the wall beside her gave way with a thunderous
crash.
“Thalassa!” In the nick of time, Lysander leaped forward, shielding her with his body, bot of them tumbling to the ground.
And then, with another deafening “boom,” the wall collapsed on top of Lysander.
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“Ugh!” Lysander grunted, the full weight of the wall bearing down on him, a muffled groan escaping his lips.
Beneath him, Thalassa was trapped, but Lysander’s elbows propped up, his body forming a protective cocoon around her. Despite the debris raining down on his back, lacerating his flesh and grinding his bones, his arms remained unyielding, never once faltering in their support.
As dust filled the air and the earth seemed to split open, Thalassa heard Lysander’s pained voice amid the roar of the collapse.
She snapped back to reality, her eyes wide with terror. Through the haze of dust, she saw the agony etched on Lysander’s handsome face, blood trickling from his lips, his arms shaking with the effort of holding up the world for her.
“Lysander!” Seeing his condition, Thalassa’s heart clenched with a sharp pain, tears. streaming down her face as she propped herself up and wrapped her arms around him. “Lysander, what’s happened to you…”
The noise of the collapsing house had ceased; no more walls or dirt fell. Lysander’s head throbbed with a searing pain. Several bricks had struck him during the collapse.
His vision blurred, but seeing Thalassa unharmed brought a faint smile to his bloodied lips.
Her tears seemed to ease his pain slightly. Coughing up blood, he mustered the last of his strength to tell Thalassa, “From now on, we owe each other nothing. Take the kids and live well…”
With his last word spoken, Lysander’s consciousness slipped away, his body’s full weight collapsing onto Thalassa.
Thalassa’s propped-up body buckled under him, her heart shattering like a hammer had
struck it.
Clutching Lysander’s still-warm body, she trembled and pleaded, “Lysander, wake up, please don’t sleep…”
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