_Zarelle’s POV_
Thessaly looked up at Calden, desperate for his help, but he was looking at me. Thessaly’s heart seemed to have sank as she clenched her fists, realizing that Calden had never cared for her, never even spared her a glance.
She must feel abandoned now. Just as she was about to turn to Celina for help, Mathias intervened.
His voice carried a touch of irritation. “Merek, whatever happened is in the past. Now that the marriage is over, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?”
I saw dad struggled to suppress his anger, barely holding on.
He gestured to his assistant, who swiftly summoned two bodyguards. He pointed to Thessaly. “Please escort this young lady out.”
“Yes, sir.”
Panic filled Thessaly’s pale face as she pleaded for help, her voice trembling
