The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 840

As Leopold lay on the ground, blood pooled around him and the pavement was stained a shocking red.

Thalassa's head was buzzing, her body trembling as her breaths came in fits and starts. Her hands shook as she reached out to touch him, but then she froze.

She was scared to touch him, scared that he might shatter at the slightest contact.

Tears blurred her vision, and the shrill cries of the reporters echoed around them. But to Thalassa, it was as if the world had muted. It was as if she was watching a silent film filled with a bleak, desolate sadness.

"Call an ambulance... yes, an ambulance..." Thalassa's panicked thoughts finally found some semblance of coherence. Fumbling, she pulled her phone from her pocket.

Her trembling fingers struggled to tap the right buttons on the screen, and with great difficulty, she managed to dial the emergency number. Her voice, choked with tears, was barely audible as she cried out for help.

"Please, someone's fallen... fallen from a building..."

Leopold, you have to be okay. The ambulance will be here soon. Thalassa's hand shook as she clung to her phone as she prayed.

The reporters who had been screaming in shock just moments ago were now pulling themselves together. Their fear was replaced with a morbid fascination. Cameras were being pointed at Leopold and everyone was vying for the scoop of the day.

An intense flash of light caught Thalassa's eye, and she looked up to see the cold, relentless camera lenses focused on Leopold's broken form.

A shrieking wave of pain surged within her as if her heart was stabbed. And with a roar of defiance, she staggered to her feet and lunged at the reporters, trying to push their cameras away.

"Stop filming! Stop it!"

Lysander, too, was shocked. His pupils constricted as he turned to leave.

Amelia spotted him, and with the last bit of strength she could muster, she stumbled over and grabbed onto his pant leg.

Lysander stopped in his tracks; his gaze hardened as he looked down at her.

Amelia choked back a sob, pleading, "Lysander, I beg you, don't tell the reporters about the explosion being connected to Leopold. Isn't the price he's paid for this tragedy enough? Please, let him keep some of his dignity."

Lysander clenched his jaw, his cheek muscles twitching. He tried to pull his leg away but Amelia held on tight.

"Please, promise me, Lysander. Leopold has always respected you and do you really want to see him ruined?" Amelia pleaded, her heart aching so much it was hard to breathe.