The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 1439

Hertha was practically bouncing with excitement as she spoke, her energy seemingly boundless.

Thalassa’s shoulders, tense just moments before, suddenly relaxed, and a wave of joy brought a glistening wetness to her eyes.

Lysander’s body had shown reflexive movements the day before, a promising sign that his nerves were slowly regaining sensation. Combined with Dr. Funke’s treatment, the chances of him waking up were growing larger and larger.

Anxious yet thrilled, Thalassa clung to the hope of Lysander’s awakening, a hope she had nurtured for three long years. She prayed this time, Lysander would fully recover.

“Thalassa, let’s head out. It’s getting late now. You need a good rest.” Hertha, having calmed down from her earlier exuberance, was the voice of reason.

“Yeah,” Thalassa nodded, exiting the restaurant with Hertha.

Outside, Alaric and Dr. Funke were nowhere to be seen. They must have left already.

The autumn night was cool, and the gentle breeze caressed their flushed faces, bringing a refreshing clarity to their thoughts. “Hertha, you go on ahead. I’ve got something to take care of,” Thalassa said.

is it?” Hertha asked, concern edging her

need to introduce an apprentice to Dr. Funke,”

on Hertha, “I’ll

I can handle this myself. You’d better head back now, don’t keep the little ones waiting too long.” Thalassa knew all too well the deep bond between a mother and her children. Without their mom, the kids might not

own Julian and Helena, Hertha’s heart melted. She couldn’t bear the thought of them

compromised, “Alright, I’ll head home. Call me if you need

ways, each driving off in

the apprentice for Dr. Funke, while Hertha drove toward the cozy suburb of Gulfstream Community, her mind occupied with thoughts of Julian and

“Crash!”

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collided with the one in front. The violent jolt threw her forward, her head slamming against the steering wheel,

brakes in panic, her car still nudging the one ahead.