The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 395

Upon seeing the blood seeping from Thalassa’s forehead and her pale face, Leopold felt his breath hitched with worry.

Isabella watched as Leopold climbed into the ambulance with Thalassa, not even sparing a glance in her direction.

His indifference and rejection were starkly evident, impossible to hide.

A melancholy washed over her. She wasn’t sure if it was due to her heart growing cold, or because she was soaked to the bone, chilled to her very marrow.

The concern from the firefighters and the police officers did nothing to warm her heart.

Ever since she laid eyes on Leopold five years ago, her heart had been completely captivated by him, unable to forget him.

Over the years, even though she was with Clark, her mind constantly wandered back to Leopold.

She was so dedicated to him, yet he wished for nothing more than her demise.

Despair, anger, pain, and resentment chilled her more thoroughly than her drenched clothing ever could.

hospital. Nurses rushed

hobbled after them, stopping only when the doors of the emergency room closed,

red-rimmed, his palms clenched, and his heart suspended in an anxious wait outside the

approached him and said, “Sir, you’re injured as well.

from the concrete, blood seeping from the abrasions. His gait was irregular, suggesting some

Leopold was absent-minded. His attention was fully focused on the emergency room doors, and the sign

tried to persuade him, “It will take some time for her to be stabilized. You can have your wounds dressed and

hers.”

back to the reality of Thalassa’s critical condition. His heart sank further, and worry etched into his

a hint of impatience creeping into his

nurse didn’t press further and

hands clenched, his gaze fixed on the “Emergency”

ticked by, the sign remained lit.

short span of time felt as long

into torment, pain, guilt, and anxiety.