The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1368

"What? I'll be right there!" David, a man who had weathered many storms, felt his head buzz with shock upon hearing Thalassa's words.

Lysander was injured, and not just a scratch – he was in the emergency room fighting for his life!

The severity of being in the ER meant it had to be grave.

Wasn't Mr. Sinclair abroad on business? How on earth did he end up at Thalassa's doorstep and severely injured?

David didn't have the chance to voice these questions, but he felt he already knew the answer—Lysander must have been so desperate to see Thalassa that he flew back from overseas and went straight to her place.

After hanging up the phone, Thalassa, her voice choked with sobs, handed the cell phone back to the nurse. "Thank you..."

"No problem. Maybe you should change clothes when you get a chance; you’re covered in blood. The hospital can provide a gown," the nurse suggested gently.

Thalassa shook her head. Changing clothes was the last thing on her mind. She just wanted to hunker down by the ER doors and wait for any news of Lysander.

Seeing her resolve, the nurse didn't press further. She was about to leave when Thalassa suddenly grabbed her hand, her voice laced with anxiety and panic. "Nurse, my aunt was brought here too. How is she doing?"

Thalassa had been preoccupied with Lysander, whose wounds were distressingly severe. She feared he might slip away at any moment and hadn't had the time to inquire about Astrid.

The thought of Astrid tightened the knot in her stomach again. Astrid's ambulance had arrived at the hospital first, and Thalassa still had no clue about her whereabouts.

"What's your aunt's name?" the nurse asked, her voice filled with concern.

Knowing that this good Samaritan was looking after Astrid allowed Thalassa a moment of peace to focus her entire being on Lysander, who was still in the ER.

"Hurry, family members! Has your relative arrived yet? The patient urgently needs a blood transfusion, or he won't make it much longer," an urgent voice called from behind. The ER doors swung open, and a doctor appeared, his expression taut with urgency.

Hearing the doctor’s words, Thalassa’s briefly eased heart clenched tight once again. She paced helplessly, her mind racing with worry.

She had called Isabella, but there was no sign of her yet. A delay in a blood transfusion was serious, and it could mean life or death.

The doctor was racing against time, not a second to lose.

Missing the golden hour for treatment could mean Lysander's vibrant life would vanish from hers forever. Her children would lose their father.