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.

but

felt a wave of embarrassment. Alaric's accusations were

in sight, he stepped aside to let

shot him a look filled with

anything, just walked straight

downcast. Great, first branded a

Alaric's bedside, asking, "What's

and saw Lydia, he was shocked. "Lydia! Dr. Funke's apprentice!

you?" Lydia wasn't interested

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

had seen a lifeline and was eager to

a thermometer out of her medical bag and handed it to him, "Check your

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

quarrel with a girl, not from anything Ethan

"I'm talking