Chapter 671
She hadn’t seen Bruce in a while, so the only explanation she could think of was her mother’s meddling.
Lysander had never liked her. Now, he probably thought she’d given his money to Bruce for a luxury mansion.
And he would think that she was sticking around just to bleed him dry.
She was no better than Bruce in his eyes, or perhaps even worse. He must loathe her by now.
No wonder he told her she could never hope to become Mrs. Sinclair. Anyone could aspire to that position, anyone but her. She simply wasn’t good enough.
He hadn’t killed her yet, and that was the greatest kindness he could show her.
Lysander didn’t return to their room that night. Thalassa wanted to leave, but it was late and the driver had already gone home. Even if she managed to leave the Royal Estates, there were no cabs on the road.
She’d have to wait until morning.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, her mind was a whirlwind of anxiety and confusion.
If Lysander wasn’t in the master bedroom, where was he?
She didn’t dare go looking for him.
In the end, Thalassa succumbed to her exhaustion and fell asleep; but it was a restless slumber.
She woke up at six in the morning, hurriedly got dressed, and went downstairs.
Seeing Fitch tidying up the dining table, she asked, “Where’s Lysander?”
“Lysander left a while ago.” Fitch replied, “He skipped breakfast and seemed upset. Did you two have a fight?”
Thalassa felt her heart sink at his question. She wasn’t sure how to respond, so she simply said, “No.”
How could she and Lysander have a fight? There was no such thing in their relationship.
Fights happened between equals, couples, or spouses.
But she and Lysander were neither a couple nor equals. There was no room for fights.
Instead of rushing to work, Thalassa waited for the kids to wake up and had breakfast with them. She then accompanied Fitch as he drove them to school.
It was only after she watched them walk into the kindergarten that she left for work.
Dylan arrived in the morning. Luckily, Thalassa had figured out all the problems on the test paper the night before, so tutoring him was smooth sailing.
“Ma’am, did you not sleep well? You’ve got dark circles under your eyes. You look like a raccoon,” Dylan asked curiously, tilting his little head.
Thalassa snapped back to reality. She gave him a distracted smile, “Yes, I didn’t sleep well.”
“Why? Was it because of my test paper?” Dylan asked innocently. Before Thalassa could respond, he added, “I wish my parents were as dedicated as you. They don’t love me; that’s why they don’t spend time with me.”
The little boy’s eyes dimmed, his mouth pouting in sorrow.
“Your parents do love you, Dylan. They just have their own ways of showing it.” Thalassa reassured him. She couldn’t let him grow up believing his parents didn’t care for him. It wouldn’t be good for his development.
“Ma’am, do you have kids?” Dylan asked.
Thalassa’s smile softened, “Yes, I do. Her name is Elowen.”
“Elowen? We have a girl named Elowen Sinclair in our class. Her name is also Elowen.” Dylan chimed in. His eyes, lit up when he mentioned Elowen.
Thalassa realized then that Lysander had changed their kids’ last name to his own.
He had made such a major decision, changing the children’s last name, without consulting her. If she hadn’t heard it from Dylan, she wouldn’t even have known. Thalassa felt a deep pang of sorrow and helplessness. From the moment Lysander took their children away, she’d lost all rights to make decisions for them.
“That’s my daughter. She’s taken her father’s last name now. Do you think Elowen is cute?” Thalassa asked Dylan, pushing down her sorrow for the moment.