Chapter 1167
David had been exiled to Afriland and hadn’t returned, leaving the entire bodyguard squad around Lysander on edge. They
tightened their belts, vigilant and tense.
Lysander, however, didn’t dwell on their mistakes. He opened the bag and took out a bowl of creamy soup. Approaching the bed,
he scooped a spoonful and said, “Have some; having enough food will help you recover soon.”
He brought the spoon to her lips, but Thalassa was flustered. She quickly took the spoon and bowl from his hands, “I can eat by
myself. You should eat too. You’re hurt. You need the nourishment for a speedy recovery.”
Hearing her concern, Lysander’s mood brightened. He didn’t insist on feeding her, instead returning to the table to eat his own
bowl of soup.
Debby tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find sleep.
Her mind was racing with thoughts of Thalassa.
Had she been burned alive?
Did the grass catch fire?
Did the flames reach Thalassa?
If the grass didn’t ignite, Thalassa would survive, merely scared but unharmed as the fire from the gasoline around the grave
died out.
But if it did catch fire, Thalassa would be charred and burned alive.
The image of Thalassa engulfed in flames sent a shiver through Debby, mixing fear and regret within her.
Yet the thought of Thalassa surviving left her unsatisfied and her thirst for revenge unquenched.
If Thalassa was dead, Debby would be uneasy; if alive, she would be unwilling.
Tangled in this conflict, she tossed and turned and couldn’t find rest.
Until she heard noises downstairs in the villa and felt someone coming, and not just one person was on their way-the commotion
was a big one.
Startled, Debby dressed and descended the stairs, only to find her mother speaking with several police officers.
“You must be mistaken. My Debby was home all night and wouldn’t commit murder or arson,” Carina said, her face a mask of
disbelief as she calmly tried to explain to the
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officers.
“The evidence is conclusive. There’s no room for argument,” an officer said sternly, and turning to see Debby at the stairwell, he
stepped past Carina, approaching her with his badge outstretched, “Debby, we suspect you’re involved in an arson and murder
case. Please come with us to assist the investigation. This is a warrant for your arrest.”
Debby, initially shocked and panicked, felt her fear dissipate upon seeing the warrant. A sardonic smile crept across her face and
made her look a bit spooky. “Is she dead?” she asked.
Carina, jarred by Debby’s sinister demeanor and her question, stepped back; her lips were quivering with shock as she
mumbled, “Debby, what are you thinking...?”
The officer feared she might flee or do something drastic upon witnessing her audacity.. He no longer afforded her any courtesy,
and swiftly cuffed her hands behind her back, escorting her from her home.
Carina followed, weeping as she watched her daughter being pushed into the police car, “My dear Debby...” she cried.
Hearing her mother’s sobs, Debby felt a sharp pain. Her sinister facade crumbled and revealed sorrow. Her eyes burned and her
tears spilled over.
Before getting into the car, she looked back at Carina and said, “Mom, go back. Don’t be sad. Pretend you never had me.”
With that, she turned and boarded the police car without looking back.
Carina watched the car drive away. She ran after it, stumbling, unable to keep up. Overcome by grief and despair, she collapsed
to the ground, beating her chest and sobbing, “My poor child, why were you so obstinate? Was it worth just for a man?”