The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1370

The ER doors slammed shut once again.

Thalassa paced the hallway outside, her legs shaking with anxiety, yet unable to stop her restless movement.

The nurses had moved on to their other duties, leaving her alone with her worry.

Isabella stood off to the side, occasionally glancing at the bold “EMERGENCY” sign above the doors and then back at Thalassa, who was visibly shaken.

After a few minutes, Isabella’s patience wore thin. “Can’t you just sit down for a bit instead of pacing like that?” she snapped with a hint of irritation in her voice.

Thalassa turned to Isabella, tears in her eyes and her voice hoarse from sorrow. “You sit if you want. I can’t… I just can’t sit down,” she managed to say, her inner turmoil making it impossible to rest.

Isabella let out a huff, her voice laced with annoyance. “Your worrying isn’t going to change anything. We still have to wait for the doctor to give us the news. Might as well wait calmly than torture yourself like this.” She flopped down onto the nearest bench, crossing her arms defiantly.

“It’s easy for you to wait because they

Any harm to any of

the cause of her ceaseless worry, a feeling an

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a sinking feeling at Isabella’s words and gave

away, the ER doors remained closed, and Thalassa’s anxiety

disturbance echoed

presence

turned instinctively and saw an elderly man with silver hair, tall and still commanding despite the years, flanked by a group of men in

sharp, his demeanor grave.

Zephyr Sinclair!