The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1891

Ethan hurriedly carried a glass of water towards the room.

Before he could get there, he saw Angelina putting her child down and forcefully pushing Lydia out of the room, her voice sharp as she yelled, “Are you trying to murder my son? You murderer, get out of his room! Georgia, call the cops, don’t let this killer escape!”

Alaric, on the verge of jumping out of bed in his agitation, snapped, “Mom, she’s the doctor I hired, she’s here to save my life, what are you doing!”

Georgia retorted, breathless with anger, “Alaric, have you lost your mind over a new fling? She’s covered you in needles, it’s like some extreme sport to you, nearly costing you your life, and yet you defend her!”

As she spoke, Georgia was frantically dialing on her phone.

Alaric, propping himself up, grabbed the phone from Georgia’s hand, coughing violently, “I told you, she’s my doctor, treating me! The ones who need to leave are you!”

Angelina, who had been pushing Lydia, stopped dead in her tracks at Alaric’s words, turning to him in disbelief, “What did you say! You’re actually telling me to leave?”

Out of breath, Angelina turned, picked up her child, and walked up to Alaric, placing the child in front of him, “Look, we came all this way to see you, and you can’t appreciate our concern, even telling us to leave. What sort of son, what sort of father does that make you?”

Alaric, drained, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his body and spirit weary. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with a world-weariness, “Do you really want to be the death of me?”

“What did you say?” Angelina was hurt by his words.

Ethan stepped forward, trying to mediate, “Alaric’s been running a fever of over 104 degrees, he couldn’t eat or drink until Dr. Lydia administered acupuncture, and now he’s finally willing to drink some water. If it weren’t for Dr. Lydia, he might very well be gone by now.”

Alaric turned away, unwilling to speak.

Angelina, holding her child tighter, felt a pang in her heart, “Alaric, are you really that sick? Why didn’t you call me, why didn’t you go to the hospital?”

Angelina had only ever been concerned about his future, never his health.