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 get a

embarrassment. Alaric's accusations were getting more outrageous by

sight, he stepped aside to let Lydia enter the room

Lydia passed him, she shot him a look filled with amusement

just walked straight into the

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

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

opened his eyes and saw Lydia, he was shocked. "Lydia! Dr. Funke's apprentice! Ethan,

chatter, what's actually wrong with you?" Lydia

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

he had seen a lifeline and

of her medical bag and handed it to him,

"He's just been fighting with Hertha, and then he fell sick. Sounds like lovesickness to me. A Cr needing heart

Lydia understood Alaric's sickness stemmed from a quarrel with a girl,

him a disdainful glance, "I'm talking to the patient,