The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 802

Leopold’s last shred of hope came crashing down, and the tears he had been suppressing surged from his reddened eyes. He withdrew his hand from Amelia’s comforting grasp, pulling the blanket over his entire body, covering his tears, and concealing all his failures.

He didn’t want anyone in the room to see his tears.

“Leopold, your hand…” Amelia said, concern thick in her voice.

“I’m fine, it’s stopped bleeding,” Leopold replied, his voice muffled from under the blanket. Struggling to control his sobs, he tried to keep his voice steady.

“Are you sure it’s stopped bleeding? Let me see.” Despite his reassurances, Amelia was still worried. She gently pulled his hand from under the blanket, and seeing that the bleeding had indeed stopped, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Your father and grandfather will be here this afternoon. They heard about your injury and hopped on the first flight. Don’t worry. Even if you don’t want to start your own business, they can still offer you a position in their company. You don’t need to get anything from Lysander.”

Amelia thought that what Leopold wanted from Lysander was a position in the Sinclair Group, or perhaps some shares.

Ever since Lysander took over the Sinclair Group, it had thrived under his management, becoming a multinational corporation. Leopold’s father and grandfather had both been transferred to overseas positions as CEOs of the company.

Leopold could certainly acquire a position abroad if he wasn’t able to secure one domestically!

hated seeing her son struggle and

under the blanket, Leopold’s breathing trembled. His tears fell heavily, and he bit his lip, trying

Lysander knew what

wanted

up for her. He was prepared to work with his own hands, to provide for her, and

simple wish

Just as he reached the elevator, Zephyr called out to him. “Lysander!”

to see Zephyr holding three gift

her not to see Leopold anymore. She’s the mother of your children,

then at David. David took the hint and accepted the

leaving his

to her office, sitting in front of her computer to get some

difficult to concentrate. She spent the afternoon writing, deleting, and rewriting. She sighed and

You’re so quiet that I didn’t even hear you

you type, delete, and retype. If you’re not in the mood to work, you should probably take a break,” Ethan advised.