The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet by Thalassa (PDF)
Chapter 1367

Chapter 1367

"Where does it hurt? Are you in a lot of pain? Why are you shaking like a leaf?” The nurse, seeing Thalassa’s trembling hands, couldn't help but feel concerned.

Through tears, Thalassa choked out, “It's his blood, not mine...”

In that heart-stopping moment when the wall came crashing down, it was Lysander who dashed forward and tackled her to the ground, shielding her with his own body. He became her human cushion, taking the brunt of the falling debris on his back while she miraculously walked away unscathed.

Otherwise, it would have been her in the emergency room or, worse, lying in the morgue by

now.

Lysander had saved her life.

When the nurse heard that the blood on Thalassa’s hands was “his,” she paused, knowing without the full picture that something terrible had happened.

As she swiftly cleaned Thalassa’s hands with iodine, she said, “Your husband must really love you. These days, a man who would risk his life for the woman he loves is a rare find indeed.”

Love?

The word dropped like a warm droplet into Thalassa's heart, rippling through her soul, spreading a bittersweet ache so intense it took her breath away.

Was it love that drove Lysander to save her without a second thought?

Indeed, who in this day and age would risk their life for someone else?

What else but love could drive such a sacrifice?

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Even strangers could see what she had only just come to realize.

“All done. You need to make a call now; we can't waste any more time. The patient won't last much longer.” The nurse efficiently finished cleaning Thalassa’s hands and thrust a cell phone into her grip.

Without a moment's hesitation, Thalassa dialed Isabella's number, her memory sharp with several phone numbers at her recall.

The phone was picked up after a single ring. “Thalassa, how's Lysander?”

Although Isabella had answered an unknown number, she knew instantly it was Thalassa calling. Thalassa’s voice, trembling but trying to stay calm, said, “Isabella, he’s in bad shape. He's lost a lot of blood and needs a transfusion urgently. His blood type is AB-positive. I'm

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begging you, please go around the village and find anyone with the same blood type. Bring them to the hospital. I'll reward them handsomely for their blood donation. If it's money they want, they can name their price. Anything, as long as they come to donate for Lysander.”

Her voice broke into sobs as she spoke.

“Okay, I'll get on it right away. Don't worry, I won't let Lysander die.” Isabella hung up and rushed to find villagers with AB-positive blood.

Lysander was the head of the Sinclair family and the CEO of the Sinclair Group. He was known for his ruthless efficiency but also his dashing looks and wealth. A man of his caliber was a rare specimen indeed.

A once-in-a-century catch!

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It would be a tragedy to lose him.

Although Isabella's heart belonged to Leopold, she still harbored some admiration for Lysander. Leopold's death had left her in sorrow for a long time. If Lysander were to die, it would be the end of the world’s supply of handsome men.

That would be such a waste.

Besides, if she helped Lysander now, once he recovered, he'd surely be generous with his gratitude. And Isabella was in need of money. So, no matter how she looked at it, this was a favor she had to do. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Immediately after, Thalassa called David. She had memorized his number back when she was negotiating the return of over a billion dollars to Lysander as a ploy.

The moment the call connected, Thalassa couldn't hold back her tears. “David, Lysander.. he's in critical condition in the ER. His life's hanging by a thread. Could you please come?

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