The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Zephyr was initially furious, on the verge of throwing Dr. Funke out on his ear. But upon hearing Dr. Funke's claim, he gazed at him incredulously. "Are you saying that Lysander could wake up within two months?"

There was a confidence in Dr. Funke's voice that Zephyr couldn't ignore.

The renowned physicians he'd consulted before, even the esteemed Dr. Everest, had never dared to make any promises about when Lysander might awaken.

Yet there was Dr. Funke, this self-proclaimed miracle worker who had the audacity to guarantee that with his treatment, Lysander could come to in just two months!

Zephyr was not the kind of man to let some quack tamper with Lysander's health, risking more harm than good.

But Dr. Funke's words had struck a chord.

For three long years, Zephyr had exhausted every resource, consulted countless doctors to cure Lysander, all in the hope of seeing him wake up sooner. And now, out of the blue, this man was telling him he could make it happen in two months. Even if Zephyr had his doubts about the man, those words shook his skepticism to the core.

Dr. Funke met Zephyr's imposing, murky gaze with a steady eye. "As long as the family follows my treatment plan, I assure you he'll wake up within two months."

"How..."

"How do we cooperate?"

ask when Zephyr's impatient

watching as a glimmer of hope ignited in his clouded eyes. Her heart

expecting much. When Dr. Funke had first examined Lysander,

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words offered the best possible outcome, and her breath caught

silver needles, and I'll prescribe some herbal concoctions. You will need to steep the herbal concoctions and ensure he drinks them. Talk to him regularly, and move his

a turbulent sea of excitement, conflict, and lingering

still a stranger, an unknown variable. He longed for Lysander's recovery but struggled to place his trust in the promises of a

to guarantee that he'll wake up in two