The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 480

The doctor tended to Thalassa's facial wound and said, "The cut is deep; thankfully it didn't puncture and the bleeding was stopped in time. Otherwise, it could become a real problem. You can't take this lightly though; you need to take good care of it. If it gets wet and becomes infected, it'll be tough to handle, and you'll suffer a lot."

Lysander, who stood nearby, chimed in, "Will it leave a scar?"

His deep-set eyes were brooding, his handsome face cold, and an intimidating aura emanated from him.

The surrounding air seemed to press down.

A weighty silence filled the room, making it hard to breathe.

The doctor cautiously replied, "That depends on the individual's skin type, as well as how well they take care of the wound. Some people are prone to scarring; no matter how well they protect the wound, they'll still scar. Others, if they take good care of the wound, won't leave a scar."

Lysander's expression turned grim, and he said nothing.

The doctor, fearing he had said something wrong, became anxious.

The atmosphere was thick with tension and silence.

Thalassa tried to lighten the mood hastily, so she said politely to the doctor, "Doctor, thank you. If there's nothing else, may I leave now?"

"There's nothing else. Just come back in three days to change the dressing," the doctor advised.

"Alright, thank you for your help," Thalassa responded politely.

Lysander shot her a cold glance, and was the first out of the medical office. Thalassa quickly followed him like a child who had done something wrong.

The one who was injured was her, and if a scar was to be left, it would be on her.

Yet, why did it feel like Lysander was more upset than her?

Thalassa followed him like a kitten, and when they reached the car, he got in first. She didn't dare to pause and quickly followed.

The car started up.

Lysander's face was dark as thunder.

Thalassa sat rigidly and held her breath. After all, when Lysander was in a bad mood, even her breathing seemed to be a mistake.

"Where did you go this afternoon?" Lysander's icy voice echoed in the car.

Thalassa tensed, her mind racing to interpret the sudden question.