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.

words couldn't help but get a bit

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

stepped aside to let Lydia enter the

him, she shot him

anything, just walked straight

hand, felt utterly downcast. Great, first branded a troublemaker, and

bedside, asking, "What's making you feel

and saw Lydia, he was shocked.

what's actually wrong with you?" Lydia wasn't interested in anything beyond his

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

he had seen a lifeline and was eager to explain his

her medical bag and handed it to him, "Check

he fell sick. Sounds

stemmed from a quarrel with a girl, not from anything Ethan

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