Chapter 1353
When Evelyn passed away, Hertha was in the thick of her own family drama, with her parents constantly pushing her to settle down and get married. She was so overwhelmed that she forgot to visit or call Thalassa for a while.
It was only later that she heard the news.
Thalassa managed a smile and said, “It’s okay, it’s all in the past now.”
As she spoke, she cradled her cup of coffee, her lashes casting shadows on her cheeks, a veil for her sorrow.
The mere mention of her mother could wrench Thalassa’s heart with grief.
Hertha reached out, gently patting Thalassa’s shoulder in comfort. “Don’t be upset, sweetie. Evelyn’s spirit wouldn’t want you to be sad.”
If anyone understood Thalassa, it was Hertha. How could she not sense Thalassa’s deep-seated pain?
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Thalassa set down her glass and smiled broadly, “I’m fine, really. The pain’s behind me.”
“You should be happy now, you know. You’re finally free from Lysander’s clutches,” Hertha. remarked.
The twists and turns of it all had been relayed to Hertha by David.
Thalassa blamed Lysander for indirectly causing her mother’s death. She also believed that Lysander had always detested Evelyn, which was why he had driven her to her end. Just as he had done with Leopold.
Lysander was cold-blooded and heartless. He was even capable of tormenting his own nephew to death.
What then would he spare for a woman like Evelyn who was a total stranger to him worse, entangled in an illicit affair with his sworn enemy?
Thalassa was anguished by Evelyn’s death, and had cut all ties with Lysander. She h eventually found her release.
Hearing Lysander’s name from Hertha’s lips, Thalassa’s already aching heart clenched tighter, her breath catching in a surge of pain.
A month had gone by, and Lysander hadn’t shown up again. He had truly vanished from her world.
Thalassa ought to feel elated, yet the mention of his name sent sharp pangs through her
heart.
Why did joy evade her when it should have been within grasp? Her heart had a will of its
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own, it seemed.
Thalassa nodded but sidestepped the topic, her mind drifting to another matter. “What about you? How are things with Alaric?”
Hertha heaved a sigh. “Don’t even start. You have no idea what I’ve been through.”
“What happened?” Thalassa was all ears.
“I went to Alaric’s place, and his grandmother served us some milk, and we ended up. sleeping together that night.”
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“What?! You and Alaric…” Thalassa’s eyes widened in shock, but Hertha quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.
Glancing toward the kitchen warily, Hertha whispered, “Keep it down, will you? We can’t have your aunt overhearing this.”
Thalassa nodded, signaling she’d keep her voice low.
Hertha released her, and Thalassa leaned in, gossip-hungry and curious. “So, are you and Alaric an item now?”
The usually bubbly Hertha frowned. “No way. His family is a piece of work, especially his mom. She’s like one of those nightmare mother-in-laws from TV dramas.”
“What do you mean?” Thalassa was all too eager to learn more, having never heard these stories from Hertha before.
