The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1906

Susan could feel the icy chill radiating off Lysander, immediately realizing she had crossed a line. Even in her rage, she shouldn't have cursed Lysander with such a dark fate. It wasn't just about cursing him; it was about her own safety, too.

Susan's eyes darted around, her previously bold aura shrinking away, leaving her looking somewhat guilty. "I didn't mean it. Everyone knows you were trapped under rubble three years ago and ended up in a coma. I just lost my temper and spoke without thinking."

As she spoke, Susan was already dragging her child back toward the room. With air mattresses laid out below, even if she jumped with her child, it wouldn't threaten Joshua anymore. With a tough guy like Lysander around, she wasn't going to gain any advantages.

After coming to this realization, Susan decided to come down with her child. Truth be told, sitting at the window, staring down, had scared her too. Susan offered up an explanation, but the dark, ominous look in Lysander's eyes didn't soften. Yet, he didn't move, just stood at the doorway, watching Susan's actions.

Thalassa stood behind him, hands gripping the wheelchair's armrests, watching Susan clumsily move back with her child in one arm. The child, terrified, had gone limp in Susan's grasp, and she was barely holding him securely, as if he might slip and fall at any moment. Thalassa's heart was in her throat, sweating bullets for the child.

Even with air mattresses below, such a fall could traumatize a young child for life. The bitterness between adults should never involve children. If this child were to live in the shadow of this event, how utterly unfair would that be?

As Susan moved back into the room, nobody dared to move or speak, fearing any sudden action might set her off again. "Whoa!" Suddenly, Susan stumbled, and the child slipped from her grasp, nearly falling before she managed to grab his shirt at the last second. The child, terrified, let out a scream and started bawling. Thalassa's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively stepped forward.

However, a figure moved faster than her, darting to the window in a few strides and grabbing the boy's arm, pulling him up with all his might. After pulling the child to safety, Joshua held him tight. Ever since the accident, his health hadn't been the same, and pulling the child up took all his strength, leaving him gasping for breath.

Looking up, he saw Susan glaring at him with resentment. Joshua quickly moved back with the child, his breathing uneven, and told Susan, "You should come down too, it's too dangerous." Though he seemed concerned for Susan, his words were just for show. He moved back to the doorway with the little boy in his arms.

Susan never really wanted to risk her life; now, without the child as leverage, continuing to sit on the window ledge was pointless. She climbed down quicker, her legs shaky at first, taking a moment to steady herself. Now, she looked a mess, her face showing the exhaustion and hysteria from her earlier threats and demands, all for a foolish gamble on a huge sum.