The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Lysander himself said he was not a fan of kids, thinking them too loud and annoying.

If he knew she’d already had four of his kids, she couldn’t even begin to picture his reaction.

Plus, Lysander was a big shot, steering the ship of a wealthy family, and he was the kingpin of Starhav

en.

Would he ever be into someone as plain as her?

She still didn’t quite get what Lysander meant by “taking responsibility“.

Was he going to marry her or compensate her in some other way? If it’s just compensation, she wouldn

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She’d rather act like they’d never met and go their separate ways.

But if he wanted to marry her, she could consider letting him gradually warm up to their four kids.

After all, they’re his kids too.

Even wild beasts don’t harm their own young.

“What about that emerald pendant? Show it to me, what kind of emerald pendant is worth the cops com

ing to get you?” Evelyn said, fuming.

Just because of an emerald pendant, her daughter lost three hundred dollars and got arrested! It’s outr

ageous!

She was going to take that pendant and confront Greta, make her pay back the three hundred dollars!

Thalassa said, “The emerald pendant was confiscated by the cops. It’s been returned to its original own

er. Mom, let’s drop it, don’t make a fuss.”

She went home, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it hurriedly.

She hadn’t had a sip of water since morning.

Seeing Thalassa drink water so hastily, Evelyn knew she hadn’t eaten yet. She felt both sympathy and

anger, “I’ll cook for you. Nice guys finish last! Without a man in the house, we’re easy prey. I’m going to

teach Greta a lesson!”

Evelyn grumbled as she walked into the kitchen.

But Thalassa was thinking about making Isabella pay!

Isabella had crossed the line!

In the hospital.

Lysander arrived at the ward.

Zephyr was by the bed taking care of Sybil.

Zephyr, in a teal suit, with salt–and–pepper hair, was still in pretty good shape

despite his age. Tall and imposing, his eyes were steady. His face might have had wrinkles, but he still

had an air of authority.

He was standing by the bed, tidying up Sybil’s blanket.

Sybil was half–lying on the bed, with an IV drip in her hand.

Compared to Zephyr, Sybil’s hair was completely white, her

arms were saggy, and wrinkles were plenty. But her eyes were still bright, showing that she must

have been a real beauty when she was young.

Not far from the bed stood a young woman dressed to the nines, all branded, looking pretty.

“Lysander, you’re here,” the woman turned around and

saw Lysander, quickly rushing over to greet him.

Lysander ignored her, walked straight to the bed, and asked with concern, “Granny, how’re you doing?”