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?

to her desk and continued consulting with

of water, carefully placing it to Lydia's right. "It's a bit hot,

paid him

so focused, Ethan decided not to disturb

Lydia soon finished consulting with all the elderly

Lydia responded to their thanks and took a deep breath, preparing to

appeared on her consultation table-a hand that was slender, fair-skinned,

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

look. "I told you, go see Dr. Funke. He hasn't left yet. If you're lost,

My condition can only be treated by Dr. Lydia, just like Aunt Thalassa's could only be treated by

shot Ethan a

what he was