The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 480

The doctor tended to Thalassa’s facial wound and said, “The cut is deep; thankfully it didn’t puncture and the bleeding was stopped in time. Otherwise, it could become a real problem. You can’t take this lightly though; you need to take good care of it. If it gets wet and becomes infected, it’ll be tough to handle, and you’ll suffer a lot.”

Lysander, who stood nearby, chimed in, “Will it leave a scar?”

His deep-set eyes were brooding, his handsome face cold, and an intimidating aura emanated from him.

The surrounding air seemed to press down.

A weighty silence filled the room, making it hard to breathe..

The doctor cautiously replied, “That depends on the individual’s skin type, as well as how well they take care of the wound. Some people are prone to scarring; no matter how well they protect the wound, they’ll still scar. Others, if they take good care of the wound, won’t leave a scar.”

Lysander’s expression turned grim, and he said nothing.

The doctor, fearing he had said something wrong, became anxious.

The atmosphere was thick with tension and silence.

Thalassa tried to lighten the mood hastily, so she said politely to the doctor, “Doctor, thank you. If there’s nothing else, may I leave now?”

“There’s nothing else. Just come back in three days to change the dressing,” the doctor advised.

your help,” Thalassa responded

first out of the medical office. Thalassa quickly followed him like a child who

injured was her, and if a scar was to be left,

did it feel like Lysander was more

kitten, and when they reached the car, he got in first. She

started up.

was dark as thunder.

sat rigidly and held her breath. After all, when Lysander was in a bad mood, even her

Lysander’s icy voice

mind racing to interpret the sudden question.

cold realization dawned on her. Amelia had mentioned earlier that she had met with Leopold in the

he angry about that all this

front of the seething Lysander, Thalassa didn’t dare to make a wrong move.

out his phone and dialed a number, “Send me

checking the surveillance

became deadpanned; her breath

was checked, nothing could

likely on its

ten minutes, Lysander received the