Chapter 566
And there, holding the hand of a small boy, was Lysander. The boy was none other than Atticus!
Upon seeing that, Thalassa’s heart leapt in her chest. She watched the scene unfolding in the yard with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.
Lysander exuded an air of icy aloofness. His penetrating gaze fell on the woman who was anxiously peering through the gate of the yard.
Her hands were gripping the gate tightly and her eyes shimmered in the sunlight.
It took only a glance for Lysander to recognize her.
It was Thalassa.
She had shown up at the kindergarten.
His handsome face darkened, and his expression was frosty as usual.
As they approached the gate, a security guard quickly opened it to let Lysander and Atticus out.
“Atticus…” Thalassa’s voice was filled with longing and excitement as she rushed towards her son.
“Mommy!” Atticus brightened upon seeing her. His previously downcast mood instantly lifted.
Before he could take two steps towards her, he was scooped up by Lysander.
“Evelyn!” Atticus called, seeing her approach with a face full of anticipation and excitement.
Before she could get too close, she was stopped in her tracks by Lysander’s icy stare.
“Wait in the car for me,” Lysander instructed Atticus, his gaze cool and unyielding.
“But I want to. Atticus began, but his words died in his throat when he met Lysander’s imposing stare.
Feeling guilty for his actions and overwhelmed by Lysander’s authoritative presence, he didn’t dare to protest further.
Lysander carried him to the car, opened the door, and helped him in.
He then turned to Thalassa.
Thalassa felt the icy gust of Lysander’s presence hit her like a physical blow. It was cold, piercing, and oppressive, making it hard for her to breathe. “Lysander, what are you…” she began, but her words were cut off when Lysander grabbed her shoulder. His grip was firm and unyielding, causing a sharp pain that made Thalassa wince.
“So, teaching our son to embezzle a billion dollars from the Sinclair Group wasn’t enough, and now you’ve taught him to pocket another ten million for you! Thalassa, your ambitions are quite impressive,” Lysander’s voice was filled with icy fury, each word dripping with anger and resentment.
“You came to the kindergarten early to pick up Atticus just to see if he had succeeded, didn’t you?”
His towering figure cast a shadow over Thalassa. His presence was terrifying her to the core.
The pain in her shoulder was excruciating, causing her to grimace. “What ten million? I don’t understand. Wasn’t that a billion you gave me?”
“Lysander, let go of my daughter! What are you trying to do?” Evelyn had been watching Atticus, but when she saw Lysander gripping Thalassa’s shoulder, her face twisted in pain. Evelyn rushed over, fearlessly trying to pry his hand off her daughter.
Lysander’s gaze shifted to Evelyn, and a memory surfaced.
He had seen that middle-aged woman before.
She had caused a scene at the Sinclair Group reception desk, proclaiming herself to be his mother-in-law, insisting her daughter be married to him! At that time, he had dismissed her as an irrational troublemaker.
Little did he know, she was Thalassa’s mother.
The ambitions of the mother and daughter were clear.