The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397 

However, his reckless move to take Isabella down with him filled her with dread, fearing that he might do something foolish again. 

Afraid that a straightforward rejection might provoke him further. 

“She doesn’t care about you!” A cold, icy, and intimidating voice suddenly echoed at the entrance of the hospital room. 

The air seemed to tremble with tension and a chilling aura swept through the room, making it difficult to breathe. 

Thalassa tensed up instinctively, her gaze shifting towards the entrance. 

There stood a man dressed in a finely tailored black suit, exuding a dignified business-like aura. His tall and straight figure radiated the stern demeanor of a military officer. His face was handsome and extraordinarily good-looking. 

Striding into the room was Lysander! 

Thalassa’s nerves tightened, her breathing becoming cautious. 

Leopold noticed him too. His brow furrowed and his previously expectant face tightened instantly. 

As Lysander walked up, he brushed Leopold aside, standing by the bed. His deep eyes glanced at Thalassa on the bed, his handsome face icy and stern. “Get up!” 

His tone was commanding, intimidating, and brooked no argument. 

Thalassa’s shoulders shivered, not daring to defy his order. She tried to push herself up from the bed. 

The moment she moved, her head felt heavy. Her hand, propped up on the bed, weakened, nearly causing her to fall back onto the bed. 

A strong arm reached out to her, pulling her up. The grip was firm, far from gentle. 

Seeing this, Leopold was worried. He stepped forward, intending to support. Thalassa. “Lysander, Thalassa had a concussion. She can’t make any sudden 

moves.” 

Before he could reach her, Lysander’s chill gaze shot towards him, icy as a glacier. 

Leopold froze. His heart was filled with pain and anger, but he was helpless. He reluctantly retracted his hand. 

Lysander sat next to Thalassa on the bed, one arm around her waist, the other resting naturally on his lap. 

His handsome face was stern, radiating authority. 

Merely sitting on the bed, his imposing presence was suffocating Thalassa. 

“Leopold, listen carefully. That night five years ago, you weren’t the only one who got played. You weren’t the only one who got betrayed,” Lysander said to Leopold in a low voice. 

Leopold’s eyes dimmed, not understanding what he meant, but he had a vague sense of something. 

Then, Lysander turned his gaze to Thalassa. “You tell him what happened that night, five years ago.” 

Thalassa’s heart clenched, her chest aching. She was nervous and uneasy. 

She tightened her grip on the blanket, unable to find the words. 

“Speak!” Lysander’s voice was filled with anger, and his hand on her shoulder tightened. 

His threat was palpable and intense. 

Thalassa was terrified. She clutched the blanket tightly, daring not to meet Lysander’s eyes or Leopold’s. “Five years ago, I was locked in a shed. Your uncle Lysander fell from the sky, crashing into the shed I was in.”