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.

deeply. When she was alive, every day

seemed to waver, his approach to matters losing

Especially concerning Thalassa.

doesn't match yours, and she's

left during those three years. Instead, she chose to stay by my side

wanted his grandfather to shed his prejudice against

the right opportunity, and now, finally, he could explain

of you for those three years, but that

continued, "You ended up in a coma trying to save her even became a vegetable. It's good she had the conscience to

nothing to each other now. She could have ignored me, but she didn't. No

her nature. She wasn't fickle like Belinda, nor did she have the cunning

simply a woman who wanted to live

secrets she kept, were merely to keep her children