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!”

was commanding, intimidating, and

She

she moved, her head felt heavy. Her hand, propped up on the bed, weakened, nearly

her up. The

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

moves.”

chill gaze shot towards him, icy

heart was filled with pain and anger, but he

around her waist, the other

face was stern, radiating authority.

bed, his

carefully. That night five years ago, you weren’t the only one who got played. You weren’t the only one who

dimmed, not understanding what he meant, but he had a vague sense of something.

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

chest aching.

on the blanket,

anger, and his hand on her shoulder