Chapter 1195
Thalassa’s heart ached for Debby’s plight, torn between empathy for her suffering and an inability to forgive the madness that
had almost cost Thalassa her life in a raging fire.
The searing pain of flames licking her skin, the ever-present threat of being engulfed and burned alive it was a memory that still
sent shivers down her spine.
Thalassa’s delicate brows furrowed as she turned to Debby’s mother, “Honestly, I haven’t pursued it, nor did I call the cops. If you
really want to beg for mercy, go to Lysander. It’s his leg that got burned in the fire, and he’s the one seeking justice.”
It was the truth; her intervention would do no good.
At the mention of Lysander’s injury, Debby’s mother’s eyes widened, her already trembling composure shattered, fear washing
over her face as if she’d seen a ghost.
Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, tears streaming, “It’s all Debby’s fault; her actions hurt Lysander. I’m willing
to offer my own leg to atone for his pain, just let him take his anger out on me, and let him burn off my leg.”
Caught off guard, Thalassa hurriedly opened the car door, rushing to help her up, “Please, don’t kneel, get up, you really
mustn’t...”
But Debby’s mother was as immovable as if her legs were welded to the ground, sobbing and pleading for Thalassa to relent and
spare her daughter.
Thalassa sighed helplessly, “Everything I told you is true. I haven’t pursued it. If you insist, go find Lysander. I have no power
here.”
“Lysander cares for you, and you’re the mother of his four children. He will listen to you. Just tell him, I’m willing to have him burn
off a leg if it’ll calm his wrath and go easy on Debby,” Debby’s mother begged, looking up at Thalassa through her tears.
Hearing her earnest words, Thalassa’s heart was heavy. She had warned Debby, urged her to think twice, to consider her loving
parents, her siblings, and her friends who cared for
her.
But Debby was possessed, tying her up and setting the fire with a delirious determination.
And now, her mother was willing to sacrifice a limb for a lighter sentence.
Only a mother’s love could drive such a profound sacrifice.
Thalassa stood rooted, unable to lift her, nor could she agree to such a request. Few could sway Lysander once his mind was
set. To plead for Debby’s clemency would be a death wish.
Besides, if Debby deservedly faced 20 years, that was the consequence of her actions,
wasn’t it?
Everyone must bear the consequences of their deeds.
Hertha, overhearing the exchange, stormed out of the car, her temper flaring as she approached Debby’s mother, “How dare you
come begging for leniency for your daughter, the would-be murderer of an innocent? Did Debby think of Thalassa’s plight and
desperation when she tried to burn her alive?
If she had the heart to attempt murder, she must face the consequences. Your daughter’s 20 years are precious, but is
Thalassa’s life worthless? Don’t kneel here and make us sick; there’s no reason for a victim to forgive a cold-blooded killer.
If your daughter truly realizes her mistakes and repents, she’ll have a chance to show it in prison and earn a reduced sentence.
But if she doesn’t, are we to let her out after a few years to endanger others again?”
Hertha’s words lashed out like flames, scorching as she rebuked Debby’s mother.