The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1887

"Oh man, Lydia might have gotten the wrong idea. This could be a huge misunderstanding," Ethan muttered to himself, feeling the weight of the situation.

He quickly called out to the room, "Alaric, man, you're sick, and I was just trying to help by getting a doctor. And now you're giving me grief?"

It was his roundabout way of clearing the air, stressing that Alaric's illness wasn’t his doing.

"Ethan, come on, dude. I bust my butt every day for you, and you hit me with this cold talk. Have you got no heart for me anymore? Cough, cough..." Alaric, delirious from the fever, starving and miserable, had been lying in bed waiting for Ethan to come back for what felt like forever.

His feelings of neglect were mounting.

After years of being tight as brothers, Ethan wouldn’t just leave him in the lurch, would he?

Thinking about their long-standing friendship only made him feel worse.

Alaric's heart was a wasteland of disappointment.

His words couldn't help but get a bit dramatic.

Ethan felt a wave of embarrassment. Alaric's accusations were getting more outrageous by the minute.

With no clear explanation in sight, he stepped aside to let Lydia enter the room first.

As Lydia passed him, she shot him a look filled with amusement and laughter.

She didn’t say anything, just walked straight into the room.

Ethan, on the other hand, felt utterly downcast. Great, first branded a troublemaker, and now caught in a misunderstanding. This was just his luck.

Lydia was already by Alaric’s bedside, asking, "What’s making you feel so awful?"

The moment Alaric opened his eyes and saw Lydia, he was shocked. "Lydia! Dr. Funke’s apprentice! Ethan, you actually got her to come!"