The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 519

The doctor didn’t leave. His gaze lingered on her face and paused for a moment before he finally spoke. “I see you have a fresh scar on your face too. You could apply some cream as well. It works best on new scars. Once they age it won’t be as effective.”

Thalassa realized that her face had been punctured by Amelia with a sharp object, which healed into a scar, and then the scab had fallen off yesterday, revealing pink, new skin.

The events of the previous few days had caught her off guard, and she hadn’t had the chance to care for the scar on her face.

It was the doctor’s reminder that made her remember. She pulled a polite smile onto her lips, “Alright. Thank you, doctor.”

The doctor chuckled, “You’re the politest patient’s relative I’ve ever met.’

Thalassa was taken aback for a second. But then she remembered that from the moment they met till then, she had thanked the doctor many times.

She couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“Take a break. Looking after four kids must be tiring,” the doctor advised before leaving the room.

Thalassa’s lips held a faint smile, and her eyelashes drooped: Her initially anxious heart was healed by the children’s endearing innocence and by the kindness of people in the world.

Before long, Evelyn returned with two bowls of spaghetti and a dozen bagels, along with some bottled milk.

aside, she handed a bowl of spaghetti to Thalassa, saying, “Eat something;

“I’m not hungry yet; you eat first. I had a meal before I

left Royal Estates, Lysander had insisted that she ate

thank him for making her eat; it gave her the

insist further; she was indeed hungry and started slurping down

was both cheap and filling.

and tossed the dish into the trash, “I bought the bagels for the kids. They can have them when they

eat it

and walked over to

sleeping Elowen in her arms,

so long and was finally asleep.

Elowen; it’s not convenient.

of spaghetti and brought it to her

uncomfortable, but just as she was about to take the fork, Evelyn stopped her, “Don’t move.

wake her.”

mouth to take in the forkful of spaghetti.

grown and yet was being spoon-fed by her mother.