The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1371

Lysander was the prodigy of the Sinclair family, a man who had been groomed personally by Zephyr from an early age to lead the esteemed family. Once, he was sharp, sagacious, and ruled with an iron fist, never second-guessing himself over trivial matters, let alone allowing someone to cloud his judgment.

But ever since he met Thalassa, he found himself breaking his own rules, showing her leniency, and losing his composure around her, and now, it seemed he was even willing to risk his own life.

On the way to the hospital, Zephyr had already had his people dig up the details: someone had bombed Thalassa's family villa, causing the structure to collapse, and it was while shielding Thalassa that Lysander had been buried beneath the rubble and gravely injured.

Had it not been for his attempt to save Thalassa, Lysander—always quick on his feet—could have easily escaped the collapsing building unscathed.

But for Thalassa’s sake, he had sustained serious injuries.

Zephyr was beside himself with grief, his worry and pain suppressed into smoldering anger.

"Losing too much blood... the doctors are doing everything they can to transfuse..." Thalassa's voice trembled as she responded to Zephyr’s stern and piercing interrogation, her face ashen.

She, too, wanted to know Lysander's condition, but she was in the dark, left only to wait.

"Doing everything they can?" Those words clamped around Zephyr's heart with the weight of despair. He felt drained of strength, staggering backward, his body no longer able to support itself.

Thalassa reached out to help, but...

"Zephyr..." David was quicker, catching Zephyr from behind.

Thalassa's outstretched hand clenched the air before falling limply to her side.

Zephyr's breaths became labored, almost too much to bear. Lysander had been in the military for years, and even when he had been ambushed five years ago, he hadn’t sustained such grievous injuries.

Yet now, for a woman, he was on the brink of death.