The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1286

Thalassa shoveled forkfuls of mashed potatoes into her mouth, her gaze cast down at the comforting swirl of her meal, avoiding any eye contact with Callum or Evelyn as she concealed the tumult of emotions within her.

Callum didn't mention Lysander, and that was fine by Thalassa. She wasn't ready to think about him just yet. But the mere mention of his name brought back the terrible memories on the boat, when Evelyn had fallen into water with no one could help.

Lysander's first instinct hadn't been to save Evelyn. Instead, he tried to stop Thalassa from diving in after her mother.

If Lysander had jumped into the river to save Evelyn immediately, Thalassa wouldn't have been so frantic.

His attempt was just to stop Thalassa from jumping herself, and his pretense of concern was nothing but an excuse.

In Lysander's heart, he didn’t take Evelyn as his family or friend.

This thought triggered a bitter surge of self-mockery in Thalassa.

Evelyn was her mother. How could Lysander value Evelyn when he seemed to barely care for Thalassa herself?

Moreover, considering the strained history between Evelyn and Bruce, it was already a miracle Lysander didn't despise Evelyn outright. How could he possibly hold any warmth for her?

When Evelyn had been struggling in the water, Lysander probably felt a twisted sense of relief that she was finally getting her comeuppance.

The idea that he'd wish for Evelyn's death was ghastly, yet there it was. How could Thalassa expect Lysander to rush to save someone he secretly longed to see suffer?

Thalassa understood this twisted logic all too well, and that’s why she never sought Lysander's help from the beginning.

Upon hearing Thalassa's account—that Lysander had only acted when it was clear Evelyn was nearly drowning—a thick wave of disappointment and sorrow washed over Evelyn from deep within.

She had felt grateful to Lysander for saving her, but Thalassa's words painted a different picture. Lysander had let her flounder, perhaps even relishing her desperation. He still harbored hatred toward her.