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, and brooked no

his order. She tried to push

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

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

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

moves.”

Lysander’s chill gaze

anger, but he was helpless. He reluctantly retracted his hand.

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

was stern, radiating authority.

sitting on the bed, his imposing

only one who got played. You weren’t the only one who got betrayed,” Lysander

meant, but he had a vague sense of something.

Thalassa. “You tell him what happened that

heart clenched, her chest aching. She was nervous and

grip on the blanket, unable to find the

anger, and his