The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Lysander calmly poured another cup of tea for Zephyr, lifting his gaze with a low, magnetic voice, he said, "Grandpa, between us, there's no right or wrong. Just different points of view."

True to his word, Lysander had never blamed his grandfather. Having lost his parents at a young age, it was his grandparents who raised him, sparing no effort to mold him into a top-notch individual. How could he possibly blame his grandfather?

Now, as he and his grandfather went their separate ways, it wasn't out of any resentment towards him, but truly because of differing viewpoints.

"Differences can be worked out, but won't you even give me a chance to try?" Zephyr asked Lysander, his face etched with concern.

He had come all this way, sincerely hoping to convince Lysander to return and manage the Sinclair Group.

"Grandpa, just like you disapprove of me and Thalassa, you didn't give us a chance to work things out either. Could you tell me what you think?" Lysander put down the teapot, his deep eyes earnestly fixed on Zephyr.

Compared to before, his grandfather seemed to have aged more, his face lined with wrinkles and his hair much whiter.

Since his grandmother's passing, his grandfather aged visibly, driven by grief.

missed his grandmother deeply. When she was alive, every day he lived

grandfather's spirit seemed to waver, his approach to matters losing the rational edge it once had, becoming extreme and

Especially concerning Thalassa.

doesn't match yours, and she's quite scheming. I fear you'll end up

those three years. Instead, she chose to stay by my side without asking for anything," Lysander was determined

wanted his grandfather to shed

and

did take care of you for those three years, but that

a vegetable. It's good she had the conscience to know she owed

we owe nothing to each other now. She could have ignored me, but she didn't. No matter how hard it was, she stayed by my side, taking

wasn't fickle

who wanted to live a good life, loving

were merely to