Evelyn had called her earlier, but she hadn't picked up. And Evelyn didn't call back.
She had no idea where Evelyn and the kids were or how they were doing.
She called back.
It only rang once before it was picked up. To her surprise, Evelyn didn't start with her usual rant about her being a reckless child.
Instead, her tone was calm and low, as if weary, "What's your excuse this time for ignoring my call? Did you trick me and the kids into leaving so you could handle some big issue on your own?"
Thalassa felt a pang of guilt. The situation was urgent at the time, and she didn't have time to explain much to Evelyn. All she could do was ask her to cooperate and take the kids back home quickly.
Knowing that Evelyn would be worried about Astrid, she had lied, saying Astrid was in the hospital.
By now, Evelyn and the kids must have reached their countryside home.
Thalassa was under the control of Lysander, who had treated her horribly last night.
Despite her unwillingness, she couldn't escape the destiny of being Lysander's mistress, a woman he kept hidden from the world.
She felt bitter and wronged.
And now, her beloved mother was angrily questioning her.
The bitterness in her heart deepened, as if she had swallowed a bitter pill.
With a low voice, she asked, "Mom, how's Aunt Astrid doing?"
"Thanks to you, she's still tough. Now answer my question." Evelyn didn't scold her, but rather spoke softly.
Thalassa was used to her mother's loud and domineering tone. But now, Evelyn's soft tone made Thalassa feel uneasy, sparking a sense of fear that something terrible had happened.
"Mom, I thought you and the kids haven't seen Aunt Astrid in a while and might want to visit her. Since Hertha was also there, she could help, and that's why I asked you guys to go back. It was late at night, and I was afraid you wouldn't want to leave, so I made up a reason."
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