The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Thalassa felt a knot forming in her stomach. Lydia had been under Dr. Funke's wing, learning the ropes of medicine, spending her days almost glued to Dr. Funke and her aunt. Lydia showing up here could only mean one thing: her aunt must need medical attention.

Seeing the worry plastered all over Thalassa's face, Lydia quickly reassured her, "No, no, don't fret. I'm here for you. What's the plan now with your discharge?"

As she spoke, Lydia gestured to the bag of apples she brought a classic get-well-soon gesture.

"How did you know I was in the hospital?" Thalassa asked, curiosity piqued.

Hertha chuckled sheepishly, "It was me who called Lydia. I knew you didn't want to worry your aunt since she's not in the best of health. But Lydia is a doctor and your childhood buddy. I figured her visiting wouldn't be an issue. Someone had to check on you during your hospital stay, right?"

"Just got here and you're already leaving?" Lydia glanced over their preparations to leave.

Hertha explained, "Thalassa was bored out of her mind here; said it's better to be at home. I was just about to take her to Lysander and Rosalind's wedding-to stop it."

"You're taking Thalassa?" Lydia looked puzzled between Hertha and Thalassa.

Given that today was Lysander and Rosalind's wedding, shouldn't Thalassa be the one most distressed?

the one to take

looked down, choosing to remain

and no one can stop him." After a moment of reflection, Hertha had to admit Thalassa might be right. If Lysander truly didn't want to marry Rosalind, not even a gun to his head would make him do it. They had reached the

presence there would

I'm not sure if I should mention," Lydia hesitated, her

the gravity of the

the bush, seemed unusually hesitant,

curiosity was piqued,

straightforward nature pushing her

prompt, "Out with it, then. Don't leaveus hanging.

who

been treating Lysander for a while and discovered

to