The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

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.

today was Lysander and Rosalind's wedding, shouldn't

Hertha be the one to

down, choosing to remain

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

would likely

if I should mention," Lydia hesitated, her usually decisive demeanor replaced with

sensing the gravity

never one to beat around the bush, seemed

was

straightforward nature pushing her

it, then. Don't leaveus hanging. Are you trying to give

looked to Thalassa for permission, who nodded, "Go

up, "I've been treating Lysander for a while

supposed to mean?" Hertha interjected,