The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1962

Thalassa was gripped by fear, yet she dared not make any rash moves. After all, Lysander had made it clear: this was not her battle to fight.

Moreover, she was at a loss on how to aid Lysander, leaving her no choice but to step back.

As seconds ticked by, Thalassa watched Lysander crouched on the ground, his face twisted in pain, unable to move. Her heart tightened with each passing moment.

Unable to stand by any longer, she was about to step forward to help Lysander when she saw him push against the ground, slowly rising to his feet.

Lysander's leg, just like the day before, was temporarily in pain, preventing him from standing. But as the sharp pain subsided, he was back to normal.

Lysander walked over to Thalassa, who was looking up at him with tears in her eyes, those bright, clear eyes full of sorrow and worry.

Lysander reached out, gently ruffling her hair with a deep, soothing voice, still hoarse from the pain, "It's okay, don't worry."

"Are you sure? Maybe we should call Lydia or Dr. Funke. He's got a lot of experience."

Thalassa couldn't shake her concern. Yesterday's worries were now magnified by seeing Lysander in such agony, her heart was in knots.

"It's fine, I know my own body." Lysander continued to reassure Thalassa.

He believed that even if Lydia or Dr. Funke were to come, it wouldn't make a difference. His leg's paralysis wasn't due to any physiological issue but a psychological one.

His sudden recovery was spurred by Callum's provocation, the emotional and physical pain somehow triggering his nerves to function, allowing him to stand.

Hence, he reasoned, full recovery would ultimately depend on himself.

"But..." Thalassa was still worried.

"Hey, it's all good. Can you walk? If we don't head to the registry office soon, they'll be closed." Lysander changed the subject, not wanting Thalassa to fret.