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

Alaric's accusations were

sight, he stepped aside to let Lydia enter the room

Lydia passed him, she shot him a look

anything, just walked straight into

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

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

was shocked. "Lydia! Dr.

actually wrong with you?" Lydia

stomach's growling but I can't eat..." After a day and a night of

like he had seen a lifeline and was eager to explain

her medical bag

with Hertha, and then he fell sick. Sounds like lovesickness to me.

sickness stemmed from a quarrel with a girl, not from anything Ethan had done. He was aiming to clear

"I'm