Though the children were oblivious, the adults in the room knew exactly what was going on.
Lysander, in particular, understood the origin of Thalassa's so-called injuries. His handsome face was grave and calm. He spoke with his low and magnetic voice, "Let's eat."
Thalassa sighed, feeling helpless against the absolute authority. Lysander had taught her that as long as she wasn't embarrassed, it was everyone else's problem.
Thalassa picked up a piece of shrimp that Atticus had given her. Vengefully, she ate it in a single bite, her teeth grinding it to pieces.
She imagined the shrimp as Lysander, crunching him down.
Fitch, who had been standing by to serve, had quietly walked away after hearing Atticus' question and seeing the exchange between Thalassa and Lysander. He also called the other servants away.
It was best not to get involved in those kind of situations.
Atticus was an astute child, clever and wise beyond his years.
Despite Thalassa's claim that she had accidentally injured herself, he had seen the resentment in her eyes as she looked at Lysander.
His young brows furrowed into a small knot.
It must have been his father who had hurt his mother and caused her injury.
Before, when his mother had a gash on her forehead and bandages on her face, it had been Lysander's doing.
That time, it must have been him again.
His mother had probably said she had accidentally hurt herself to keep him from worrying.
Atticus clenched his tiny fists in silence.
After breakfast, Elowen suggested a game of hide and seek.
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