If it weren't for him suddenly grabbing her collar and letting go, she wouldn't have lost her balance and fallen, and the wine wouldn't have shattered.
So it was all about the dough after all!
Lysander finally understood why Thalassa was crying.
He remembered what Isabella had said: she was also pitiful,
to be gambled away by her mother.
For her, that twenty grand was like hitting the lottery.
No wonder she cried so hard, so desperately, and so helplessly
Sorting to every possible means, even risking jail time, only for all her hard-earned money
Lysander pulled out his wallet from his pocket, took out a black card, and tossed it at her: Take it, spend as much as you need, no pin!"
Thalassa caught the gold-edged black card and wiped away her tears. Standing up, she pressed her lips together, sobbed once, and said, "Then I'll tell the manager the wine is on you guys, I'll go swipe the card now"