The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 397

However, his reckless move to take Isabella down with him filled her with dread, fearing that he might do something foolish again.

Afraid that a straightforward rejection might provoke him further.

“She doesn’t care about you!” A cold, icy, and intimidating voice suddenly echoed at the entrance of the hospital room.

The air seemed to tremble with tension and a chilling aura swept through the room, making it difficult to breathe.

Thalassa tensed up instinctively, her gaze shifting towards the entrance.

There stood a man dressed in a finely tailored black suit, exuding a dignified business-like aura. His tall and straight figure radiated the stern demeanor of a military officer. His face was handsome and extraordinarily good-looking.

Striding into the room was Lysander!

Thalassa’s nerves tightened, her breathing becoming cautious.

Leopold noticed him too. His brow furrowed and his previously expectant face tightened instantly.

As Lysander walked up, he brushed Leopold aside, standing by the bed. His deep eyes glanced at Thalassa on the bed, his handsome face icy and stern. “Get up!”

commanding, intimidating, and

his order. She tried to

Her hand, propped up on the bed, weakened, nearly causing her to fall back onto the bed.

reached out to her, pulling her up. The grip was firm,

this, Leopold was worried. He stepped forward, intending to support. Thalassa. “Lysander, Thalassa had a concussion. She can’t make any sudden

moves.”

her, Lysander’s chill gaze shot

was filled with pain and anger, but he was helpless. He reluctantly retracted

Thalassa on the bed, one arm around her waist, the other resting naturally on his

handsome face was stern,

his imposing presence

one who got played. You weren’t the only one

understanding what he meant, but he had a vague sense of

gaze to Thalassa. “You tell him what happened that night, five

chest aching. She was nervous

her grip on the blanket, unable to find

was filled with anger, and his hand