The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1398

Thalassa was practically bouncing on her toes with anticipation to see Lysander. However, as she approached the door, David blocked her path. It inadvertently set off a whirlwind of worry in her mind that Zephyr had once again changed his mind about allowing her to tend to Lysander.

The roller coaster of emotions from excitement to disappointment left her feeling uneasy and anxious.

Seeing Thalassa's nervousness, David quickly clarified, “This is a sterile ward. You need to wear a sterile gown before entering to keep from bringing in any germs from outside.”

Upon hearing this, Thalassa realized her carelessness and nodded hastily, saying, “Of course, I’ll get changed into a sterile gown right away.”

With that, she hurried to the medical office beside Lysander's room.

Her eagerness to see Lysander had made her forget the crucial details. He was still in a critical condition, and his wounds hadn't fully healed. This was the most crucial time for his recovery.

Any infection could be catastrophic.

She chastised herself for her earlier recklessness, grateful that David had intercepted her in time.

After Thalassa, David and Joshua dressed in sterile gowns and donned hats and masks, they entered Lysander's room.

Two burly guards in black suits stood at the door. If it were anyone else coming to visit Lysander, they wouldn't let them through without a fight.

But they didn’t stop Thalassa and her company, knowing David was leading the way. Zephyr had authorized David to visit Lysander freely.

Inside the room, two doctors and several nurses were attending to Lysander, with the nurses responsible for changing his IV fluids and handling his day-to-day care.

The doctors remained on standby in case of any emergencies, ready to make swift decisions and provide immediate treatment to avoid any delay in critical care.

Zephyr’s protective measures for Lysander were incredibly thorough and comprehensive.

Lysander's brain injury was the direct cause of his comatose state.

The accident had been chaotic. A wall had collapsed, crashing down upon him, causing his head to bleed profusely.

The memory of that scene and Lysander's last words to her before falling unconscious made her feel like she was suffocating, the air around her as sharp as blades, each breath cutting deep.

He said from now on, they owe each other nothing.

Pale-faced and struggling for breath, Thalassa's eyelashes trembled as she took slow steps towards his bedside.

The doctor moved to stop her, but David raised his hand to halt the doctor's intervention. “Please allow us to stay with Mr. Sinclair for a moment,” David said politely. “Could you give us some space? We'll call if there's any issue. Thank you.”

With a courteous nod, the doctors and nurses exchanged glances and stepped out of the room, leaving the visiting group with Lysander in the silence of the sterile ward.