The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Thalassa felt a knot forming in her stomach. Lydia had been under Dr. Funke's wing, learning the ropes of medicine, spending her days almost glued to Dr. Funke and her aunt. Lydia showing up here could only mean one thing: her aunt must need medical attention.

Seeing the worry plastered all over Thalassa's face, Lydia quickly reassured her, "No, no, don't fret. I'm here for you. What's the plan now with your discharge?"

As she spoke, Lydia gestured to the bag of apples she brought a classic get-well-soon gesture.

"How did you know I was in the hospital?" Thalassa asked, curiosity piqued.

Hertha chuckled sheepishly, "It was me who called Lydia. I knew you didn't want to worry your aunt since she's not in the best of health. But Lydia is a doctor and your childhood buddy. I figured her visiting wouldn't be an issue. Someone had to check on you during your hospital stay, right?"

"Just got here and you're already leaving?" Lydia glanced over their preparations to leave.

Hertha explained, "Thalassa was bored out of her mind here; said it's better to be at home. I was just about to take her to Lysander and Rosalind's wedding-to stop it."

"You're taking Thalassa?" Lydia looked puzzled between Hertha and Thalassa.

Given that today was Lysander and Rosalind's wedding, shouldn't Thalassa be the one most distressed?

Why would Hertha be the one to take her?

Thalassa looked down, choosing to remain silent.

Hertha sighed, a tone of resignation in her voice, "I tried convincing Thalassa to crash the wedding, but she just said that it's Lysander's choice and no one can stop him."

After a moment of reflection, Hertha had to admit Thalassa might be right. If Lysander truly didn't want to marry Rosalind, not even a gun to his head would make him do it.

They had reached the point of marriage; it must be what Lysander wanted.

Thalassa's presence there would likely change nothing.

"There's something I'm not sure if I should mention," Lydia hesitated, her usually decisive demeanor replaced with worry.

Thalassa looked up, sensing the gravity of the situation.

Lydia, always so direct and never one to beat around the bush, seemed unusually hesitant, signaling to Thalassa that something significant was up.

Hertha's curiosity was piqued, her

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straightforward nature pushing her to prompt, "Out with it, then. Don't leaveus hanging. Are you trying to give us a heart attack?"

Lydia looked to Thalassa for permission, who nodded, "Go ahead, I can handle it."

Only then did Lydia speak up, "I've been treating Lysander for a while and discovered he's experiencing phantom limb sensations."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hertha interjected, anxious.

Thalassa, too, was on edge, awaiting Lydia's explanation.

"I asked Dr Funke the same question, Lydia continued. "He said that Lysander experiencing phantom sensations means his brain can no longer control his leg movements. It's likely he'll be disabled for life."

"What?" Thalassa's world came crashing down, her body trembling with the shock of the revelation.

How could this be happening?

"I've discussed this with Lysander. His initial reaction was to smash a mug, but after calming down, he made me promise not to tell you," Lydia went

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facing disability, thinks he'll hold Thalassa back and has chosen to leave her for Rosalind?" Hertha, ever the drama enthusiast, quickly connected the dots, her mind racing with scenarios straight out of a soap opera.