The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1059

Seeing the doctor arrive, Lysander swiftly stood up and cleared the space beside Thalassa's bed for the doctor to check on Thalassa. However, his face betrayed his irritation as he spoke with a clipped tone, "Took you long enough."

The doctor, feeling the chill emanating from Lysander's formidable presence, was sweating buckets. He nervously stuttered his response, "Mr. Sinclair, I assure you, I will be here in seconds next time."

Thalassa, sensing the frosty danger surrounding Lysander that made the doctor almost cower, took a deep breath and said, "The doctor got here as fast as he could. Your attitude isn't exactly helping anyone relax, you know."

Lysander shot Thalassa a fleeting glance but held back any retort. He simply said to the doctor, "She's got a pain in her belly. Please check it out and make it quick."

Hearing the urgency in Lysander's voice, Thalassa felt a bitter twist at the corner of her mouth. There it was, the truth she had anticipated – his concern was for the child she carried, not for her.

So, Thalassa, don't kid yourself into thinking he cares for you, and squash any foolish hopes right now.

The doctor, now aware of the abdominal pain, also grew anxious. He pulled out his stethoscope and placed it against her belly to listen intently.

Seeing the doctor's serious demeanor, Thalassa held her breath and stayed silent so as not to disturb his concentration.

Lysander remained quiet too. His aura was still commanding and deep.

After a few moments, the doctor asked Thalassa, "Did the pain come on suddenly, or was there a cause?"

"I choked on some water and coughed a few times. It pulled at my stomach so it hurts." Thalassa replied earnestly to the doctor's inquiry.

The doctor nodded understandingly and advised, "Coughing can indeed shake the stomach, and since you're still recovering from a potential miscarriage, it's expected to feel uncomfortable. Try to rest as much as possible and minimize coughing."

Her maternal love seemed to absolve her of any past mistakes.

Sitting down, Lysander took her hand in his, the dry, rough texture of his palm meeting hers. Thalassa's heart skipped a beat at his touch. Her hand instinctively flinched, intended to withdraw but held back by reason.

She was still connected to an IV drip, and any sudden movement might dislodge the needle, causing unnecessary stress that could harm the baby.

Although Thalassa didn't move, Lysander felt her slight tremor the moment he held her hand. He gently squeezed her hand and comforted her with his deep, resonant voice, "You're pregnant. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Would you have stopped treating me so harshly if I had?" Thalassa asked, her voice tinged with hurt and anger.

At her words, she felt Lysander's grip on her hand tighten ever so slightly.