The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1452

In the hospital room, Alaric couldn’t contain his inner turmoil as he poured his heart out to Hertha, only to be met with the beeping of the heart monitor as his sole response.

Hertha lay motionless on the bed, eyes shut, so still it seemed as if Alaric was the only soul in the room.

The once feisty Hertha, who loved to banter with Alaric, now lay silent as if she were nothing more than a breathing statue.

A heavy pain settled in Alaric’s chest.

The thought of Lysander, who had suffered a head injury and become comatose, tormented him. He dreaded the thought of Hertha sharing the same fate.

suppressed within his heart for three long years

can be quite peculiar. When the person they deeply loved was doing well, they would often have countless concerns and would restrain their strong longing, avoiding reaching out to them. But when

in close to Hertha, gently lifting her unencumbered hand, his thumb softly caressing the back of it. His voice was hoarse with emotion. “Hertha, I’m sorry. I missed you for three

paused, swallowing the painful lump in his throat, the rest of

can I do? I can’t make you stray, and I refuse to be the villain in your marriage to Spencer,” he

the whirlwind of emotions within her, attempting to heed her mother’s advice to stay

her already bruised heart, igniting the simmering rage into a furious blaze that

the room, nearly hysterical, shouting as she approached Alaric, “Alaric, do you even hear yourself? I’m your fiancée, and you’re here lamenting over missing three years

sorrow was instantly replaced by tension as he looked up to see Georgia, fuming, advancing

before she reached the bed, his hand pressing

strength, pushing Georgia