The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

"Oh man, Lydia might have gotten the wrong idea. This could be a huge misunderstanding," Ethan muttered to himself, feeling the weight of the situation.

He quickly called out to the room, "Alaric, man, you're sick, and I was just trying to help by getting a doctor. And now you're giving me grief?"

It was his roundabout way of clearing the air, stressing that Alaric's illness wasn't his doing.

"Ethan, come on, dude. I bust my butt every day for you, and you hit me with this cold talk. Have you got no heart for me anymore? Cough, cough..." Alaric, delirious from the fever, starving and miserable, had been lying in bed waiting for Ethan to come back for what felt like forever.

His feelings of neglect were mounting.

After years of being tight as brothers, Ethan wouldn't just leave him in the lurch, would he?

Thinking about their long-standing friendship only made him feel worse.

Alaric's heart was a wasteland of disappointment.

help but get

of embarrassment. Alaric's accusations were getting

stepped aside to let

him

anything, just

other hand, felt utterly downcast. Great, first branded a troublemaker, and now caught

Alaric's bedside, asking, "What's making you feel

and saw Lydia, he was shocked. "Lydia! Dr.

the chatter, what's actually wrong with you?" Lydia wasn't interested in anything beyond his

feel terrible all over, anxious, feverish, my stomach's growling but I can't eat..." After a day

like he had seen

medical bag and handed it

then he fell sick. Sounds like lovesickness to me. A Cr needing heart medicine

from a quarrel with a girl, not

"I'm talking to the patient, not