The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Elowen's eyes were rimmed with red, tears swirling but not yet falling.

At Elowen's questioning, Sophia and Dorian also drew closer, looking at Lysander seated in his wheelchair.

Neither of them spoke; they just quietly observed Lysander. As they did, their eyes misted over with a thin veil of tears.

To them, their dad had always been a towering figure, authoritative and commanding, someone they looked up to with respect.

The dad they remembered was like a majestic mountain, towering and imposing, an object of their admiration and reverence.

But the Lysander before them now, seated in a wheelchair, seemed so much smaller, almost at their height, no longer the unreachable, awe-inspiring figure he once was.

They thought back to when Zephyr had sent them to military school, their dad's fate hanging in the balance, fighting for his life in a hospital. And now, three years later, they were reunited with him in a wheelchair.

ached, tears involuntarily

paralysis for some time. He wasn't as shocked as his siblings, but he was still deeply

first time had been a shock to

too well how his

the tears in his children's eyes, understanding their pain. This sympathy, however,

to

peace inside. Yet, his children's gazes stirred

him, the frustration of knowing he'd never stand

looks from his family, every glance,

doing great, don't worry. Although he can't walk for

he..." Elowen's voice trailed off,

know," Thalassa said, eager to shift the