The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1374

Dr. Everest hurried over to Zephyr, his steps echoing in the sterile silence of the hospital corridor. "Where's Lysander?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency.

"In the ER," Zephyr replied, his voice thick with anxiety.

As they spoke, a gurney wheeled out of the ER, carrying the unmoving form of Lysander.

Thalassa's heart clenched in her chest, and she strained to catch a glimpse of him, desperate for even the slightest reassurance about his condition.

But her view was blocked by a sea of sterile blue drapes, creating a barrier that kept her from seeing what she needed most.

The gurney was enveloped in a sterile cocoon, wrapped in those same blue drapes that obscured Lysander from view. Thalassa's hope to see him one more time seemed like a luxury too far out of reach.

Dr. Everest quickly gathered his medical team and took charge, hurrying Lysander out of the local hospital's care.

Zephyr, David, and the bodyguards all followed the gurney, a somber procession moving through the sterile corridors.

Thalassa fought to keep her legs from buckling beneath her, trailing behind them. She needed to see Lysander, if only for a moment.

Richard was right on their heels, his steps just as hurried.

Outside, in the sprawling hospital garden, a helicopter waited. Its size was larger than the average chopper and was able to accommodate up to ten people.

Dr. Everest and the other doctors swiftly loaded Lysander into the helicopter's cabin.

Zephyr climbed aboard without hesitation, David right behind him.

Once they were secure, the helicopter took off urgently, followed by other aircraft circling overhead, part of a protective escort for the medical flight.

The thunderous roar of the engines reverberated through the small county hospital, a display of power that shook the community.

Onlookers craned their necks, curiosity piqued by the spectacle, while the more timid hid in the hospital's corners, fearing the worst.

The setting sun cast a brilliant display of colors across the clouds, the dazzling hues reflecting in Thalassa's tear-filled eyes, giving them a golden sheen like the waters of a mournful river.

The light glinted off the jade pearl around her neck, making them sparkle with an almost blinding radiance.

Richard, standing beside her, noticed the flash of light reflecting from the jade pearl.

"Zephyr will do everything in his power to save Lysander; you don't need to worry so much," he said, trying to offer some comfort.

Pulled from her trance of sorrow, Thalassa turned to find Richard beside her. As their eyes met, the tears she had been holding back spilled over.

Blurring her vision, she hastily wiped away the tears as if ashamed to let Richard see her so vulnerable.

"Mr. Richard, why didn't you go with them?" Thalassa asked, her voice cracking, barely more than a hoarse whisper.