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.

grandmother deeply. When she was alive, every day he

waver, his approach to matters losing the rational edge it

Especially concerning Thalassa.

she's quite scheming. I

and left during those three years. Instead, she

wanted his grandfather to shed his prejudice against

to find the right opportunity, and now, finally, he could

take care of you for those three years, but that was her seeking redemption," Zephyr said,

coma trying to save her even became a vegetable. It's good she had the conscience to know she owed

was what I owed her. I've made it clear to her that we owe nothing to each other now. She

character, clearly understanding her nature. She wasn't fickle like Belinda, nor did she have

to live a good life, loving her children

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