The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 373

Chapter 373 

Fitch shook his head, “Mr. Sinclair made it clear that without his permission, you’re not to step foot in the front yard.” 

Thalassa was speechless. 

The backyard was barren, only filled with ragged antiques. 

It was inedible, undrinkable, and unable to provide warmth. 

Was Lysander’s intention to lock her in the backyard, starve her, and freeze her to death? 

Angrily, she turned and returned to her cabin in the backyard. 

In the blink of an eye, afternoon arrived. 

For two days, Thalassa hadn’t had a grain of rice nor a drop of water. 

Hunger clouded her vision and weakened her body. 

Any movement caused stars to dance before her eyes. 

She was wrong, she thought Lysander would at least care about her well-being. 

She didn’t expect Lysander to be capable of such heartlessness. 

He didn’t care whether she lived or died! 

Threatening him with her own body was a ridiculous mistake! 

If it continued like this, she would starve to death. 

No, she couldn’t die! 

Her children, what would become of them? 

With wobbly legs, Thalassa managed to leave the cabin and reach the backyard, where the setting sun was not too intense. 

The warm/rays gave her a bit of strength. 

But without food, she wouldn’t survive. She wasn’t a tree, capable of photosynthesis to create nutrients. 

In her moment of helplessness, she spotted some mushrooms growing on a small tree. 

The mushrooms, white and tender, looked delicious. 

Starving, Thalassa immediately plucked the mushrooms, dusted them off, and began to chew. 

Juicy and tasty, it was quite satisfying. 

After eating a few, the intense hunger subsided a bit, giving her some comfort. 

But the mushrooms were limited. If she ate them all at once, she would have none left when hunger struck again. 

She left the remaining mushrooms to grow and returned to her cabin. 

Sitting in her chair, she soon felt light and airy, as if floating. 

The room full of antiques seemed to transform into mushrooms. 

She thought of herself as a little angel in heaven, a lamb by the goddess’ side. 

She imagined herself floating on clouds, surrounded by tender mushrooms. 

Thalassa reached out to pluck another mushroom, but it was too hard and she spat it out, tossing it away.