The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

After finishing her statement, Lydia turned on her heel and walked away.

Ethan was momentarily stunned. Was Lydia really planning to leave him to fend for himself with Dr. Funke?

How could she do that?

Ethan quickly followed after Lydia, like a loyal sidekick. "Lydia, where are you going? There are so many patients waiting for you, aren't you going to see them?"

"I'm going to get a drink. I'm a doctor, not a machine. Don't I need to hydrate?" Lydia didn't stop walking as she replied with a hint of impatience in her voice.

Ethan, however, didn't pick up on her irritation and cheerfully ran ahead. "Why don't you take a seat and relax for a bit? I'll get you some water." Without waiting for Lydia's approval, he made a beeline for the water dispenser, eager to be of service.

Lydia frowned slightly but didn't stop him.

She couldn't understand it. He was a big-shot businessman, not someone who ran errands in a small clinic. What was he really after?

her desk and continued

glass of water, carefully placing

paid him no

her so focused, Ethan decided

the elderly patients, who thanked her profusely before leaving the clinic

their thanks and took a deep breath, preparing to wrap up for

hand that was slender, fair-skinned, and unmistakably

the front. "Dr. Lydia, I guess it's

faded, and she shot Ethan a disapproving look. "I told you, go see Dr. Funke. He hasn't left yet. If you're lost, I

Dr. Lydia, just like Aunt Thalassa's could only be treated by Dr. Funke. It's the same principle," Ethan quickly stopped

shot Ethan

he realize what he