chapter624

Lysander looked down at the tiny figure of Sophia cradled in his arms. She was crying, her sobs tiny, as

if she was afraid to make too much noise. Her eyes were filled with tears that slipped down her cheeks

in a slow, steady stream.

Sophia’s vulnerability tugged at Lysander’s heartstrings, making it feel as if something was tightening

around his chest and making it hard for him to breathe. She was his daughter. She should have been

bold and vivacious, not timid and afraid.

It dawned on him then that the absence of his presence in the past four years must have hurt his

children more than he could have realized.

As Lysander cradled Sophia, the other three little bundles of joy came tumbling down the stairs, their

movements awkward and unsteady as if they might roll down the stairs at any moment..

The household staff stood by, ready to assist at a moment’s notice.

Once they reached the bottom, they scampered towards Lysander, their short legs wobbling like tiny

penguins.

Elowen, with her chubby little arms, clung to Lysander’s leg, her rounded face tilted upwards, her little

mouth pouting as she said in a soft voice, “Daddy, I miss Mommy too.”

“I want Mommy too,” Dorian declared, standing by Lysander’s feet, his innocent eyes filled with

sadness.

“Yes, we all want Mommy,” Atticus chimed in, his adorable face serious.

Surrounded by his children, with Sophia still sobbing in his arms, Lysander fidgeted, then instructed

one of the servants, “Call the gatehouse and let her in.”

Thalassa, who had been anxiously waiting at the gate, was suddenly informed that she was allowed to

enter. She hurried towards the Sinclair’s house.

There, in the living room, the four children were gathered around Lysander, their little faces filled with

sadness, pleading with him.

As Thalassa walked in, the children turned towards the door, their eyes lighting up like stars as they

saw her. Their faces bloomed into smiles as they raced towards her.

“Mommy!” they chorused.

Their innocent voices pierced Thalassa’s heart, healing her anxiety and nervousness.

A fond smile spread across Thalassa’s face as she crouched down, opening her arms to welcome her

little ones.

As the four children raced into her arms, their momentum caused Thalassa to stumble backward. She

ended up on the floor, her arms full of her

children.

Elowen’s chubby face was pressed against hers, her arms wrapped tightly around Thalassa’s head,

securing her place.

“Mommy, I missed you so much. I want a hug.”

“All right, sweetheart. Hugs for everyone,” Thalassa managed, her voice muffled by Elowen’s hold.

Sophia clung to Thalassa’s arm, her face burrowed into her armpit, a picture of contentment and

happiness.

“Mommy, um…”

“It’s all right, Sophia. Mommy’s here. Don’t cry.”

Dorian hugged Thalassa’s other arm, trying to stand up and pull her up, but his strength was not

enough.

“Mommy, I’ll pull you up.”

Atticus, who had rolled to Thalassa’s feet, quickly got up and ran over to Dorian, joining him in trying to

lift Thalassa. Then the two brothers pulled together to help their mother.