The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 519
The doctor didn’t leave. His gaze lingered on her face and paused for a moment before he finally spoke. “I see you have a fresh
scar on your face too. You could apply some cream as well. It works best on new scars. Once they age it won’t be as effective.”
Thalassa realized that her face had been punctured by Amelia with a sharp object, which healed into a scar, and then the scab
had fallen off yesterday, revealing pink, new skin.
The events of the previous few days had caught her off guard, and she hadn’t had the chance to care for the scar on her face.
It was the doctor’s reminder that made her remember. She pulled a polite smile onto her lips, “Alright. Thank you, doctor.”
The doctor chuckled, “You’re the politest patient’s relative I’ve ever met.’
Thalassa was taken aback for a second. But then she remembered that from the moment they met till then, she had thanked the
doctor many times.
She couldn’t help but laugh as well.
“Take a break. Looking after four kids must be tiring,” the doctor advised before leaving the room.
Thalassa’s lips held a faint smile, and her eyelashes drooped: Her initially anxious heart was healed by the children’s endearing
innocence and by the kindness of people in the world.
Before long, Evelyn returned with two bowls of spaghetti and a dozen bagels, along with some bottled milk.
Setting the food aside, she handed a bowl of spaghetti to Thalassa, saying, “Eat something; you haven’t eaten all day.”
Thalassa replied, “I’m not hungry yet; you eat first. I had a meal before I left home.”
Before she left Royal Estates, Lysander had insisted that she ate something.
She had to thank him for making her eat; it gave her the strength to run away.
Evelyn didn’t insist further; she was indeed hungry and started slurping down the spaghetti.
She bought spaghetti because it was both cheap and filling.

In no time, she was finished and tossed the dish into the trash, “I bought the bagels for the kids. They can have them when they
wake up. The spaghetti won’t stay fresh for too long. You
better eat it now.”
Evelyn picked up the spaghetti and walked over to Thalassa.
Thalassa glanced at the sleeping Elowen in her arms, unwilling to wake her.
The little one had cried for so long and was finally asleep.
“I’m holding Elowen; it’s not convenient. I’ll eat later,” she said.
Evelyn lifted a forkful of spaghetti and brought it to her mouth.
Thalassa was surprised, and a bit uncomfortable, but just as she was about to take the fork, Evelyn stopped her, “Don’t move. I’ll
feed you. The baby just fell asleep, it would be a pity to
wake her.”
Thalassa opened her mouth to take in the forkful of spaghetti.
She was already grown and yet was being spoon-fed by her mother. It was a little embarrassing.
But even though it was embarrassing, her heart was warm, and she was touched.
Though she was twenty-seven, she was still a child in front of Evelyn.
A child with a mother is like a treasure, and a motherless child is like a weed.
She dared not imagine about Lysander catching her, and forcing her to separate from her children.
The children would be motherless. And her despair, pain, and helplessness at losing her children would be unbearable.
Lysander arrived at the toll gate, checking on the results of the vehicle inspections.
The traffic police told Lysander about all the vehicles that seemed suspicious.
They thought they were suspicious, but they didn’t match the information Lysander provided, so they let them pass.

“There were only three vehicles with children. One had two children. One was a two-year-old child, the other child was about one
year old. Another had an eight-year-old boy. The last one had a four-year-old girl who was injured. Her parents were rushing her
to the hospital, and seeing the severity of the injury, I didn’t delay them.”.
Upon hearing that, Lysander’s face darkened. An oppressive aura enveloped him.
A four-year-old girl that fit the age range, huh?