The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 979

Chapter 979 

Whipping out his phone, Lysander dialed Dr. Everest’s number, “No need to come over; you can head back now.” 

“Oh, alright then,” Dr. Everest replied. 

Hearing that Dr. Everest wouldn’t be coming, Thalassa paused for a second, her tense nerves slightly relaxing, and her trembling breath began to settle. 

Having just endured a brutal punishment from Lysander that left her body marked, she feared Dr. Everest seeing her disheveled state. 

While licking her wounds in the privacy of her own room was one thing, the thought of someone witnessing her disarray was even more distressing. 

Relieved that she no longer had to worry about her embarrassment being discovered, she felt somewhat better. 

The driver, who had sensed the silent battle between Lysander and Thalassa in the backseat all along, was on edge. 

Lysander’s chilling aura was constantly spreading in the car. 

Under immense pressure, the driver didn’t dare glance in the rear-view mirror. His back was drenched in cold sweat, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. He feared making any mistake that could provoke Lysander and inadvertently become collateral damage. 

Finally, he carefully drove into the gates of Royal Estates. 

Lysander stepped out of the car, with Thalassa following suit. 

The lights in the grand foyer of Royal Estates were still on. 

Fitch heard the sound of the car in the courtyard and came out to greet them with utmost respect, “Sir, you’re back.” 

His 

gaze shifted to Thalassa behind Lysander. After a brief moment of surprise, he said with relief and joy, “Ms. Everhart, you’re here too. I’m glad you’re alright. The kids were so worried about you earlier. The four little darlings wouldn’t go to bed, fretting over you. I told them Lysander would bring you back, and that’s the only thing that calmed them down.” 

At Fitch’s words, Thalassa felt a pang in her heart, “Where are the children?” 

Had they known she was in danger? How worried they must have been. 

“They’ve fallen asleep,” Fitch informed her. 

“I’ll go check on them,” Thalassa said, her concern for the children pulling her toward the first floor where their bedrooms were. Lysander’s gaze followed her, but he stayed put. 

Coming back to his senses, Fitch noticed the stern look on Lysander’s face. Tensing up, he asked apprehensively, “Sir, dinner is ready in the kitchen. Shall I warm it up?” 

“Warm it up and bring it out. Do I even need to teach you that?” Lysander commanded in a deep tone. 

Frightened, Fitch broke out in a cold sweat and quickly agreed, “Right away, sir,” before hurrying off to the kitchen. 

Thalassa first pushed open the door to Atticus’ room. The room’s light was off, but the soft glow from the hallway was enough for her to see the little figure sleeping soundly in bed.