The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395 

Upon seeing the blood seeping from Thalassa’s forehead and her pale face, Leopold felt his breath hitched with worry. 

Isabella watched as Leopold climbed into the ambulance with Thalassa, not even sparing a glance in her direction. 

His indifference and rejection were starkly evident, impossible to hide. 

A melancholy washed over her. She wasn’t sure if it was due to her heart growing cold, or because she was soaked to the bone, chilled to her very marrow. 

The concern from the firefighters and the police officers did nothing to warm her heart. 

Ever since she laid eyes on Leopold five years ago, her heart had been completely captivated by him, unable to forget him. 

Over the years, even though she was with Clark, her mind constantly wandered back to Leopold. 

She was so dedicated to him, yet he wished for nothing more than her demise. 

Despair, anger, pain, and resentment chilled her more thoroughly than her drenched clothing ever could. 

Soon after, the ambulance arrived at the hospital. Nurses rushed Thalassa into the emergency room. 

Leopold hobbled after them, stopping only when the doors of the emergency room closed, blocking his view. 

His eyes were red-rimmed, his palms clenched, and his heart suspended in an anxious wait outside the door. 

A nurse approached him and said, “Sir, you’re injured as well. You should have your wounds treated.” 

Leopold’s face was scraped raw from the concrete, blood seeping from the abrasions. His gait was irregular, suggesting some kind of leg injury. 

In response to the nurse’s concern, Leopold was absent-minded. His attention was fully focused on the emergency room doors, and the sign that read “Emergency”. “I’m fine,” Leopold said, his bloodshot eyes never leaving the door. 

The nurse tried to persuade him, “It will take some time for her to be stabilized. You can have your wounds dressed and then wait. Your injuries will heal faster than 

hers.” 

Her words brought Leopold back to the reality of Thalassa’s critical condition. His heart sank further, and worry etched into his features. 

“I said that I’m fine!” he responded, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice. 

Seeing his determination, the nurse didn’t press further and left to attend to her other duties. 

Leopold’s breaths were heavy, his hands clenched, his gaze fixed on the “Emergency” sign. 

As time ticked by, the sign remained lit. 

The short span of time felt as long as centuries. 

Leopold’s initial worry turned into torment, pain, guilt, and anxiety. 

His eyes glistened with unshed tears. 

His heart trembled with worry. 

As various dark thoughts surfaced, the pain in his heart only grew.