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!”

tone was commanding, intimidating,

to defy his order. She tried to push

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

pulling her up. The grip was firm,

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

moves.”

gaze shot towards him, icy as a glacier.

and anger, but he was helpless. He reluctantly retracted

one arm around her waist, the

was stern, radiating authority.

bed, his imposing presence was suffocating Thalassa.

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

not understanding what he meant, but he had a

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

chest aching.

on the blanket, unable to find the words.

and