The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

In the sterile white of the hospital room, the air was pierced by heart-wrenching cries, "My baby, oh please, nothing must happen to you!" "Amelia, let go of the child. The doctors are here; you need to let them see him," a man's voice, thick with urgency, broke through the chaos. Hearing this desperate exchange, Thalassa felt a heavy drop in her heart.

Amelia? That voice... it belonged to Amelia's husband, Payton, also known to many as Leopold's father!

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Thalassa's nerves tensed, and she hurried towards the room.

Hertha, sensing the urgency, supported Thalassa, accompanying her to the room.

Alaric, not far behind, left their luggage aside and followed.

As Thalassa entered, she saw Amelia clutching a baby to her chest, sobbing uncontrollably, "My dear Derek, what's wrong? Open your eyes and look at mommy. I've already lost your brother; I can't lose you too."

While crying, Amelia gently rubbed her cheek against the baby's, who lay motionless in her arms, silent.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Payton, crouched by Amelia's side, reached out in an attempt to take the child, his face twisted in desperation, "Amelia, it's been three years since we lost Leopold. You need to let go. This is our youngest, Derek. He's in danger of suffocating. You're holding him too tight; he could die. Please, hand him to me so the doctors can treat him. Only they can save our son now."

"No, I can't," Amelia protested, her grip tightening around the baby, as if fearing that loosening her hold would result in her child's death.

"Leopold's situation was different!"

Payton stomped his foot, his voice laced with frustration. Their son was in a critical condition, and without immediate medical intervention, they risked losing him.

Yet, Amelia, still trapped in the pain of losing Leopold, was too anxious and protective, refusing to let go, leaving the doctors powerless.

Seeing that he couldn't wrestle the

child from Amelia's arms, Payton, in a fit of desperation, exclaimed, "Amelia, are you still running from the truth? You and I both know how Leopold died. He took his own life out of guilt! He tried to sabotage Lysander, resulting in the death of two workers! To cover his tracks, he pressured Lysander until he couldn't take it anymore and jumped from the eighth floor. You begged Lysander to keep Leopold's actions a secret to preserve his reputation!"

Thalassa, about to step forward and mediate, froze at Payton's words. Her body shook as if struck by lightning, her blood running cold.

What? Leopold's death was a suicide? Not caused by Lysander?

"Your coddling led him down the wrong path. We've already lost one son; do you want to lose another? I'm telling you, we're not getting any younger If we lose another child, we might never have another chance to be parents. Do you really want to hold on to him until it's too late?" Payton's voice was a mix of

exhaustion and anger.

He hadn't wanted to dredge up the past or use their eldest son's reputation as leverage, but their youngest's life hung by a thread.

If he didn't speak up, Amelia wouldn't face reality.

Wide-eyed, tears streaking her face, Amelia trembled as she stared at Payton. His words, each one sharper than the last, pierced her heart deeply. Payton said her indulgence had doomed Leopold. Such a devastating blow.

Overcome with grief, Amelia's cries filled the room, her world crumbling around her.