Thalassa had just tucked the children into bed. She closed the door gently, ensuring their peaceful slumber.
She returned to her master bedroom, shutting the door behind herself before taking out her phone from her pocket. Her eyes fell on Leopoldâs contact details and her finger hovered over his number, intending to call him.
Just as she was about to press, she hesitated, her heart teetering on the edge of uncertainty. She wanted to call him to ask how he was doing. At the same time, she feared she might disturb him, or worse, give him the wrong idea.
Was it suitable to make a call in their current relationship? It felt like even showing concern was an unnecessary gesture.
Taking a deep breath, Thalassa ultimately didnât make the call. Just as she was about to put her phone back into her pocket, it rang, its shrill tone jolting her nerves. Seeing Leopoldâs name flash across the screen, she hesitated before answering, âHello?â
âThalassa, itâs me. Iâm at the hospital. The doctors have removed the glass shards, and Iâm only slightly injured. Donât worry,â Leopoldâs voice sounded a bit weary but strong over the phone.
He didnât sound like he was gravely injured, Knowing that he was okay, Thalassaâs heart finally relaxed, âThatâs good to hear. What about the two workers? Were they sent to the hospital with you?â
âYes,â Leopold responded with a single, heavy word.
âHow are they doing?â Thalassa asked, holding onto a sliver of hope.
âThey didnât make it,â Leopold said dully.
Thalassaâs hope sank immediately, replaced by sorrow and sympathy. Those men were someoneâs sons, husbands, and fathers. Now, two families had to bear the pain of losing their loved ones.
Holding back her pain, Thalassa asked cautiously, âHow did the accident happen?â
âI donât know. The police are investigating. I need to get an IV drip now. Iâll talk to you later.â With that, Leopold hung up.
Sitting on his hospital bed, his expression was grim, concealing the profound loss and distress in his eyes.
His back was severely injured, and his arm was also hurt. Despite his physical pain, the look of deep concern in Thalassaâs eyes when the accident happened was something he couldnât forget or let go of.
Heâd rather endure the excruciating pain than let her worry about him. The moment he was able, he called to reassure her that he was okay.
Thalassa stared at the disconnected call on her phone. Her vision blurred as she focused on Leopoldâs name, her grip on the phone tightening unconsciously.
After holding her breath for half a minute, she let out a heavy sigh, her fingers trembling slightly as she deleted Leopoldâs number.
Knowing he was okay was enough. There was no need to keep in touch. She had told him to start a new life, and it wasnât right for her to interrupt it.
She, too, needed to live her own life without dragging Leopold into it.
Just as she deleted his number, the door handle behind her was twisted. Someone was trying to open the door.
Startled, Thalassa quickly opened the door.
Lysander was standing at the entrance, his tall figure casting a shadow over her.
Thalassaâs heart tightened involuntarily, her breath hitching, âYouâre back. Where were you earlier?â
She asked, struggling to keep her voice steady.
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