The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

He ushered everyone out, leaving Lysander and Thalassa some privacy in the solemnity of the old churchyard, ensuring they wouldn't be disturbed.

It wasn't until they were well out of earshot, walking down the leaf-strewn path, that Rosalind felt safe enough to air her grievances.

"I just can't believe Lysander, going on about showing his true feelings for Thalassa, claiming he and my sister were just friends! Everyone knows they were inseparable, like two peas in a pod. It was obvious they were much more than friends!" she exclaimed. "Don't jump to conclusions, Rosalind. Lysander knows his own heart better than anyone," Joshua chided, trying to silence Rosalind's rant.

His words made it clear whose side he was on. If Lysander explained it that way to Thalassa, then Joshua was inclined to believe him. It was just unfortunate that his eldest daughter, Harper, had met such a tragic fate in the prime of her life, leaving all these unresolved feelings behind.

"Dad, how can you say I'm making things up? Even Mom said that Harper and Lysander loved each other deeply. Why else would she always be by his side? That's something lovers do, isn't it?" Rosalind couldn't hide her frustration with Joshua's dismissal. "And Thalassa, she must really have something, capturing Lysander's heart in just a few years, to the point where he'd deny his relationship with Harper for her," Rosalind continued to grumble about Thalassa's perceived faults.

shiny black car parked under the dim streetlights. He seemed

for speaking

his opinion matter so much? Was it because

it weren't for that tragic accident,

friend of Hertha, whom Georgia couldn't stand, making her dislike Thalassa by

taken aback by the

forcing a casual tone.