NovelEnglishThe Whitman family's mansion was ablaze with lights. Rosalind sat on the couch, sulking. Her father had promised to sort things out for her, but days had passed without a concrete plan. Her patience was wearing thin. She had been looking forward to her life with Lysander after their wedding, but then Thalassa made a tic entrance on the big day itself, stealing her groom right from under her nose. All her beautiful dreams were strangled in their cradle! If she had never hoped, she wouldn't feel so heartbroken now. It was the shattering of those hopes that made everything so unbearable.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Joshua, would you please say something? You went to see Zephyr today, what happened? Is he not going to stand up for your daughter?" Matilda had been asking Joshua for a while, trying to keep her annoyance in check at first, speaking softly. But Joshua just hung his head in silence, pushing Matilda to her breaking point. She exploded, raising her voice and angrily pounding on Joshua's shoulder. Rosalind, with tears blurring her vision, looked up at Joshua, waiting for his response. Joshua's body shook slightly from the impact, then he sat up straight, knowing he couldn't keep silent any longer. Matilda and Rosalind were on the verge of breaking down. With a pained expression, he glanced at Rosalind and then at Matilda beside him, and reluctantly shared the sad news: "Zephyr can't make a decision this teither..." "What?" Matilda gasped.
Rosalind's tears burst forth.
Seeing the shock and distress on both Matilda and Rosalind's faces, Joshua quickly added, "Zephyr did share snews, Rosalind. After hearing it, you can decide if you still want to marry Lysander." "Is there splot by the Sinclair family to make Rosalind back out?" Matilda glared at Joshua, furious. Joshua, filled with regret and helplessness, revealed, "Lysander will never walk again..." "What?" Matilda was stunned once more.
Rosalind sharply lifted her head, her tears still clinging to her lashes, too shocked to fall, staring at Joshua in disbelief. She couldn't believe this was true. After a few seconds, Matilda was the first to recover her words slightly stuttering, "Is, is there smistake? Didn't they hire a renowned traditional healer? Weren't they saying his legs would soon recover?" "That conclusion cfrom the traditional healer himself." Joshua, though Zephyr had asked him to keep it a secret, felt compelled to reveal this to Rosalind and Matilda now. "At first, the healer thought it could be cured, but after a period of treatment, it becclear it was hopeless." Joshua continued, "Lysander knows about this. He chose to be with Rosalind because he was aware of his condition." "You mean, he choseto avoid being a burden on Thalassa?" Rosalind, eyes wide in shock and disbelief, voiced her speculation.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJoshua sighed deeply, not
answering her directly. But his sigh spoke volumes. In an instant,
Rosalind's tears fell like a fountain, this tsilently. If her earlier tears silently. If he her were out of frustration and
indignation, now she wept from genuine heartache and sorrow.
How could she accept a future with a disabled Lysander, and how could she bear the cruel truth that he had chosen her only to spare Thalassa? X
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