The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa had so much faith in her, and Lydia knew she needed to muster up some of that confidence in herself too.

Taking a deep breath, Lydia looked Lysander squarely in the eyes and said, "If you're willing to put your trust in me, I'm confident I can hit every single point with precision!"

"Being precise doesn't necessarily mean you can cure him," Rosalind interjected, aiming to undercut Lydia's confidence.

"No doctor can guarantee a hundred percent cure rate to their patients," Lydia responded firmly. "All we can do is give it our all..."

"So, after all is said and done, you're just using Lysander as your guinea pig. My Lysander is too noble to be treated like a lab rat!"

"Rosalind, give it a rest," Lysander remarked, his gaze stern as he glanced at Rosalind, a subtle reprimand in his eyes.

Rosalind felt a lump form in her throat, overwhelmed by a sense of injustice. She was only trying to look out for Lysander, and yet, he was reprimanding her! Couldn't he see how much she cared for him? With a huff, Rosalind turned her back, refusing to look at Lysander, sulking silently.

Thalassa watched anxiously, unsure of what Lysander's decision would be. She hoped he would agree to Lydia's treatment, especially since Dr. Funke was completely off the grid, engrossed in researching her aunt's illness. If he wasn't willing, no one could persuade him otherwise.

Thalassa's anxiety was reaching its peak, Lysander's

by surprise and then, overwhelmed with joy. Lysander was willing to let her proceed! His willingness

excitement and happiness, more thrilling than winning a million-dollar lottery. "Alright!" Lydia

she reached for the acupuncture needles, she glanced at Thalassa, noticing her tense expression melting away into

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head for the precise points to insert them. Just as she was about to proceed, a sudden wave of nervousness washed over her. Despite several attempts, she couldn't bring

of him being such a respected and stern leader weighed heavily

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I apologize!" Lydia immediately snapped to attention, setting aside her doubts to focus solely on the task at hand, following the procedure she

now found its mark on Lysander's head with precision and speed. There was no hesitation; the needle's placement was perfect, not a

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