Chapter 467
“Hey, Thalassa, why so quiet? Not gonna sing the praises of your child prodigy?” Hertha’s voice rang out again, breaking Thalassa’s silence.
Thalassa smiled fondly and replied, “Sophia is truly amazing. She has a natural talent for antiquities appraisal. She could become a professional appraiser one day. But she has to study hard first in order to reach her dreams.”
Sophia did show a knack for appraising antiques. It was as though she was born with the gift.
Just the other day, when a neighbor lied about finding her dragon pendant, Sophia instantly knew it was a sham.
And now, she had uncovered the true value of that circular pendant as an antique.
Sophia was definitely a prodigy.
Sophia beamed at her mother’s praise, her eyes sparkling. She nodded vigorously,” will study hard. I want to grow up to be an appraiser and earn lots of money to take care of my mom.”
Her words sent a sudden warm flow into Thalassa’s heart. Already so young, yet so thoughtful of her mother.
Over the years, no matter how hard things got, her four adorable little angels were always there to heal her. Thalassa was determined to push through anything for
them.
And she would do the same now. She was going to face Lysander bravely.
She would stand her ground until he lost interest and left her alone.
Then, she could escape with her children without him noticing.
No matter how hard it got, she would keep going.
Her four little furnaces were warming her heart and helping her through all kinds of difficulties over time.
“Thank you, Sophia. I love you, sweetie.” Thalassa’s voice was soft and warm, full of love.
Just as she finished speaking, the door was thrown open. A powerful aura invaded the room, causing the air to ripple.
Thalassa turned around to see a tall, dark figure. Her heart skipped a beat in fear, and she almost dropped her phone.
Lysander’s frosty aura quickly filled the room. He snatched the phone from her hand, his handsome face dark with displeasure. “Who were you talking to? Who do you love, hm?” he asked menacingly.
His one hand held her phone while the other gripped her chin. Anger had climbed upon every inch of his chiseled face.
Thalassa was overwhelmed by his domineering aura. Her heart pounded in fear and she hastily explained, “No… no one… I was just chatting with my friend. Her daughter was speaking to me… I was just comforting the child…”
Her heart was pounding, fearful that Lysander had overheard her conversation with Sophia.
Sophia was still on the line. If she heard Lysander and asked, “Mom, what’s going on?” all her efforts would be in vain.
Lysander’s sharp gaze pierced her as he let go of her chin. “Keep talking!” he commanded, switching the phone to speaker mode.
He was keen to hear the warm, loving tone Thalassa had used while speaking on the phone.
Thalassa glanced nervously at the phone. The call timer was still ticking, indicating the call was still connected.
Thalassa held her breath, dreading what Sophia might say that could arouse Lysander’s suspicions.
She whispered, “Sophia, sweetie, I’ll have to chat with you next time. I’ll also bring you some toys when I visit. I’ve got something to handle right now so I have to hang up, okay?”
Lysander grabbed the phone and didn’t intend to end the call. Instead, he watched Thalassa with his frosty eyes.
Thalassa was on edge; her breathing hitched. Her blood run cold under his sullen gaze.
She feared that anything Sophia might say could ruin everything.