The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1350

Chapter 1350 

By the time David dug up the details of Lucy and Evelyn’s last conversation, the truth hit Lysander like a lightning. 

Evelyn’s recent intimacy with Bruce wasn’t consensual; she had been coerced. 

Bruce and Evelyn’s relationship was far from the love story Lysander had imagined. Instead, Evelyn had been suffering from Bruce’s threats and manipulation. 

“Was it you who bought the morning-after pills for your mother?” Lysander asked Thalassa, his deep voice tinged with suppressed anguish. 

He had mistakenly believed the pills were for Thalassa after finding two missing from the pack, assuming she had been involved with Callum in some secret affair. He had even punished her harshly for that. 

Now, reflecting on the dates in the files, it was clear that Evelyn must have been the one taking the pills. 

Thalassa had kept silent to protect her mother from the shame of Bruce’s violation. 

But he had only added to her pain in her darkest hours. 

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Memories of his past misjudgments stung Lysander’s conscience like a swarm of bees, each sting marking a wound he had inflicted upon Thalassa. 

If only he had known the full extent of her and her mother’s suffering, he would have given Thalassa the strength to put Bruce behind bars earlier, not driving Evelyn to an untimely 

death. 

Hearing Lysander’s question, Thalassa’s heart clenched. Indeed, she had bought those pills for Evelyn, guarding her secret with the utmost care, fearing for her mother’s safety. 

Yet, despite her vigilance, Evelyn had slipped away from her. 

“I don’t want to talk about the past. Just stay out of my life from now on!” 

Thalassa’s voice was cold and resolute, her gaze fixed on the world outside the win She couldn’t bear to look at Lysander – afraid that even a glance would make her he betray her. 

He was dangerous to her in every sense. She needed to keep her distance, not feel he heart skip every time she saw him. 

That was a bad omen. 

To entrust her heart to a man like Lysander would be her undoing. 

Her words were a lead weight in Lysander’s chest. The dull ache spread through him. 

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She hated him so much now, and he understood that feeling all too well. 

His way of hating was to keep her close, never allowing her to stray, while her way of hating was a clean break, free of debts. 

Lysander’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles white with the strain of holding back his sorrow.