The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Lydia's expression froze, unsure of how to respond to Lysander's words.

Seeing the atmosphere turn awkward, Thalassa quickly chimed in, "Of course, it's still worth a shot. Who knows, miracles do happen. We've got to trust in the doctor's perseverance." As she spoke, Thalassa squatted beside Lysander, a smile playing on her lips, clearly trying to coax him.

Lydia awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth. Just then, Fitch came over with a tray, placing a cup of tea on the coffee table. "Ms. Everhart, your tea," Fitch said politely.

Fitch's arrival eased Lydia's discomfort slightly. She quickly picked up the cup of tea, mumbling a "Thanks" before starting to sip. The rim of the cup hid her face and her gaze towards Lysander, effectively masking her unease.

Lysander averted his gaze, locking eyes with Thalassa. Her face was lit with a smile, her eyes curving into crescents, radiating gentleness and warmth towards him.

Such a tender expression could melt the glaciers within one's heart.

Lysander took a deep breath, pushing down the turmoil inside. "Then let's go with the doctor's plan," he said.

Upon hearing this, Lydia's hand, holding the cup, paused abruptly, incredulous.

Lysander had clearly been resistant to the idea of getting a shot just moments ago, and now, his attitude had changed?

must be

Lydia knew was always firm and meticulous; his word was law, and

seen Lysander

one sentence to change Lysander's troubled

no matter how formidable one is, they

setting down the cup, preparing to speak. Realizing she couldn't talk with her mouth full, she quickly swallowed and then asked Lysander, "If... Mr. Sinclair, may I take your

not wait until after dinner

no, I better not stay for dinner, promised Dr. Funke I'd be back in two hours to prepare some medicine," Lydia said, her laughter tinged with a

wasn't good at refusing people, especially with Lysander present, making her

Lydia so anxious and pressed for time, Thalassa

stay for dinner, she'd be uncomfortable, which would hardly be

Thalassa said, turning to Lysander for his opinion. "How about we

hers, his voice no longer that of the aloof, imperious man but rather that of an ordinary, domestic man. "Whatever you think