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!

seeing her son struggle and face

fell heavily, and he bit his lip, trying

what he truly

he wanted

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

wish seemed impossible to

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

to see Zephyr holding three gift

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

then at David. David took the hint and accepted the boxes from Zephyr, nodding

his bodyguard behind for

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

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

when did you get here? You’re so quiet

standing here for about ten minutes, watching you type, delete, and retype. If you’re not in the mood to work,