The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

If it hadn't been for Payton's firm grip, she would have already lunged forward to scratch the faces of Hertha and Thalassa.

"You" Hertha began, her voice charged with emotion, but Thalassa stopped her. Thalassa glanced at her and shook her head gently, "Let's go."

Her voice was hoarse. After she spoke, she turned and walked away quickly.

"Thalassa!" Hertha hurried after her.

Alaric, seeing the loathing in Amelia and Payton's eyes as they watched Thalassa and Hertha leave, tried to clear the air. "Thalassa was also here for a check-up a few days ago. She just happened to pass by this room and got curious. It wasn't intentional; please don't misunderstand."

After explaining, Alaric followed Hertha and Thalassa.

Thalassa was walking so fast down the corridor that Hertha was almost unable to keep up.

"Thalassa, don't walk so fast. Wait for me," Hertha said as she jogged over and reached out to grasp Thalassa's arm.

warm tear fell, by chance, onto the back of her hand. Hertha was startled and, with a nervous hand, lifted Thalassa's face. As soon as she did,

more, and her tears flowed even

it Lysander's fault. You heard them, didn't you? Leopold was the one who caused those two workers' demise; it was his own guilt that led him

made Hertha feel upset too. The heartache was palpable. Leopold, such a stand-up guy, to have met such an end was truly

was a thought that could sadden anyone who

why

was

sobbing. Between her sobs, she said, "Leopold went astray trying to secure my

the contrary, Lysander had taken the blame to

Leopold's demise, yet faced with her accusations, he didn't offer

she had mistaken his silence for

her. "Don't cry, Thalassa. The past is

years, you can clear it up with him. Don't