The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1367

“Where does it hurt? Are you in a lot of pain? Why are you shaking like a leaf?” The nurse, seeing Thalassa’s trembling hands, couldn’t help but feel concerned.

Through tears, Thalassa choked out, “It’s his blood, not mine…”

In that heart-stopping moment when the wall came crashing down, it was Lysander who dashed forward and tackled her to the ground, shielding her with his own body. He became her human cushion, taking the brunt of the falling debris on his back while she miraculously walked away unscathed.

Otherwise, it would have been her in the emergency room or, worse, lying in the morgue by now.

Lysander had saved her life.

When the nurse heard that the blood on Thalassa’s hands was “his,” she paused, knowing without the full picture that something terrible had happened.

As she swiftly cleaned Thalassa’s hands with iodine, she said, “Your husband must really love you. These days, a man who would risk his life for the woman he loves is a rare find indeed.”

Love?

droplet into Thalassa’s heart, rippling through her soul, spreading a bittersweet ache so intense

that drove Lysander to save her

and age would risk their

else but love could drive

could see what she had only just come to

make a call now; we can’t waste any more time. The patient won’t last much longer.” The nurse efficiently finished cleaning Thalassa’s hands and thrust a

her memory sharp with several phone numbers at her

a single

number, she knew instantly it was

he’s in bad shape. He’s lost a lot of blood and needs a transfusion urgently. His blood type is AB-positive. I’m begging you, please go around the village and find anyone with the same blood type. Bring them

broke into sobs

Don’t worry, I won’t let Lysander die.” Isabella hung up and rushed to find villagers