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.

ambulance arrived at the hospital.

only when the doors of

his heart suspended in an anxious wait outside the

him and said, “Sir, you’re injured as well. You should have your wounds

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

was fully focused on the emergency room doors, and the

her to be stabilized. You

hers.”

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

he responded, a hint of

the nurse didn’t press further and

breaths were heavy, his hands clenched, his gaze fixed on the “Emergency”

the sign

span of time felt as long as centuries.

into torment,