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 a bit

a wave of embarrassment. Alaric's accusations were getting more

stepped aside to let Lydia enter

passed him, she shot him a

say anything, just walked straight

a troublemaker, and now caught in a misunderstanding.

Alaric's bedside, asking, "What's

opened his eyes and saw Lydia, he was shocked. "Lydia! Dr. Funke's apprentice! Ethan, you actually got her to

what's actually wrong with you?" Lydia

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

he had seen a lifeline and was eager to

took a thermometer out of her medical bag and

Ethan walked in. He said to Lydia, "He's just been fighting with Hertha, and then he fell sick. Sounds like lovesickness to me. A Cr needing heart medicine for a heart problem, right?"

from a quarrel with a girl, not from anything Ethan had done. He was

a disdainful glance, "I'm talking to the patient, not