Chapter 1467Now Zephyr found Thalassa bargaining her soul to a man well into his fifties, all to save Lysander. It
wasn’t something he’d thought she could never do.
Thalassa’s pupils contracted sharply, feeling a sting of offense. She fought to keep the hurt and
rage from surfacing, though her voice still trembled with indignation as she spoke.
“Dr. Funke is looking for a disciplined, available apprentice with a keen ability to learn, someone to
pass on the art of medicine. He also wants a lively, witty woman to share his life with. Which criteria
do you suppose I fit, Zephyr?” Thalassa challenged, chin held high.
Before Zephyr could respond, she continued, her irritation clear, “I agreed to find Dr. Funke a
suitable apprentice, and to introduce him to potential partners until he finds satisfaction. Those are
the terms I agreed upon! Zephyr, don’t you dare define me with your narrow-minded judgments!”
“Don’t fool yourself into thinking that just because you’ve found a doctor to treat Lysander, you’re fit
to marry into the Sinclair family. I will never allow a fickle woman like you to become part of it!”
Zephyr, stung by Thalassa’s retort, huffed angrily, leaving a biting remark before storming out.
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His promise to let Thalassa care for Lysander was born from necessity, given Lysander’s inability to
look after himself. It was clear to him that she was the most suitable caregiver.
The intimacy required for such care was delicate.
Lysander, when conscious, couldn’t stand the touch of another woman. In his comatose state,
letting a stranger tend to him was risky—not only due to unfamiliarity with his routines but also for
fear of triggering a stress response that could worsen his condition.
The mere breath of life he held could be extinguished by such a reaction, a loss too great to risk.Zephyr’s insistence on Thalassa’s care was driven by fear of losing Lysander, not an acceptance of
her relationship with him.
If it weren’t for Thalassa, Lysander wouldn’t be in this state to begin with. That’s why Zephyr stood
firmly against any union between them.
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Swallowing her frustration as Zephyr departed, Thalassa took a deep breath, reminding herself to
stay calm. Lysander’s recovery under Dr. Funke’s care was paramount.
As Thalassa prepared to head upstairs, she saw Dr. Funke descending the stairs with his medical
bag in tow.
“Dr. Funke, please stay for dinner,” Thalassa said politely.
“No thanks, I’m not one for dining at others’ homes,” Dr. Funke replied.
Walking alongside him to see him out, Thalassa expressed her gratitude, “Dr. Funke, thank you for
steadfastly treating Lysander.”
She had been genuinely worried, fearing Zephyr’s stubbornness would provoke Dr. Funke to leave
with his medical bag and nullify all her efforts.
“You are welcome. If I’ve promised to treat Lysander, I’ll see it through, unaffected by any
distractions,” Dr. Funke explained his indifference to Zephyr’s attitude.
novelbinHis eccentric nature meant he seldom took patients; but once he did, no words from others would
shake his resolve. He was in it till the end.
Understanding his principle, Thalassa was deeply grateful as she said, “Dr. Funke, you are truly a
good doctor.””Don’t praise me yet. Wait until Lysander is cured,” Dr. Funke replied, then left the Royal Estates.
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