Chapter 979
Whipping out his phone, Lysander dialed Dr. Everest’s number, “No need to come over; you can head back now.”
“Oh, alright then,” Dr. Everest replied.
Hearing that Dr. Everest wouldn’t be coming, Thalassa paused for a second, her tense nerves slightly relaxing, and her trembling breath began to settle.
Having just endured a brutal punishment from Lysander that left her body marked, she feared Dr. Everest seeing her disheveled state.
While licking her wounds in the privacy of her own room was one thing, the thought of someone witnessing her disarray was even more distressing.
Relieved that she no longer had to worry about her embarrassment being discovered, she felt somewhat better.
The driver, who had sensed the silent battle between Lysander and Thalassa in the backseat all along, was on edge.
Lysander’s chilling aura was constantly spreading in the car.
Under immense pressure, the driver didn’t dare glance in the rear-view mirror. His back was drenched in cold sweat, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. He feared making any mistake that could provoke Lysander and inadvertently become collateral damage.
Finally, he carefully drove into the gates of Royal Estates.
Lysander stepped out of the car, with Thalassa following suit.
The lights in the grand foyer of Royal Estates were still on.
Fitch heard the sound of the car in the courtyard and came out to greet them with utmost respect, “Sir, you’re back.”
His
gaze shifted to Thalassa behind Lysander. After a brief moment of surprise, he said with relief and joy, “Ms. Everhart, you’re here too. I’m glad you’re alright. The kids were so worried about you earlier. The four little darlings wouldn’t go to bed, fretting over you. I told them Lysander would bring you back, and that’s the only thing that calmed them down.”
At Fitch’s words, Thalassa felt a pang in her heart, “Where are the children?”
Had they known she was in danger? How worried they must have been.
“They’ve fallen asleep,” Fitch informed her.
“I’ll go check on them,” Thalassa said, her concern for the children pulling her toward the first floor where their bedrooms were. Lysander’s gaze followed her, but he stayed put.
Coming back to his senses, Fitch noticed the stern look on Lysander’s face. Tensing up, he asked apprehensively, “Sir, dinner is ready in the kitchen. Shall I warm it up?”
“Warm it up and bring it out. Do I even need to teach you that?” Lysander commanded in a deep tone.
Frightened, Fitch broke out in a cold sweat and quickly agreed, “Right away, sir,” before hurrying off to the kitchen.
Thalassa first pushed open the door to Atticus’ room. The room’s light was off, but the soft glow from the hallway was enough for her to see the little figure sleeping soundly in bed.
Atticus lay flat on his back, his blanket kicked to the edge of the bed. His breathing was even, a sign of deep sleep.
Approaching the bed, Thalassa tenderly pulled up the blanket to cover his little tummy. She stood there for a moment, captivated by his cute, angelic face – a mirror of Lysander’s yet radiating the innocence of childhood.
Her heart softened as she gently stroked his cheek. The tender warmth and delicate texture of his skin were like a balm to her wounded heart.
Children were always her beacon of light, no matter how much darkness and difficulty she faced, they were there to heal the scars in her soul.
After closing Atticus’ door, Thalassa went on to check on Dorian, Elowen, and Sophia.
Sophia was curled up in bed, her sleep troubled. Thalassa could see tears on her little face; it wasn’t clear if she had cried herself to sleep or if tears came from a bad dream.
Seeing Sophia’s vulnerable and insecure state wrung Thalassa’s heart. She sat beside the bed, softly patting Sophia’s tiny back, whispering comfort, “Don’t he scared, Sophia, just sleep tight. Mommy’s right here. There’s nothing to fear.