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.

couldn't help but get a

embarrassment. Alaric's accusations were getting more outrageous by

he stepped aside to let

she shot him a look filled

say anything, just walked straight into

Great, first branded a troublemaker, and now caught in a misunderstanding. This was just his

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

he was shocked. "Lydia! Dr. Funke's

with you?" Lydia wasn't interested in anything

eat..."

he had seen a lifeline and was eager to explain his

bag and handed it to him, "Check your

been fighting with Hertha, and then he fell sick. Sounds

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

him a disdainful glance, "I'm talking to