The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1439
Hertha was practically bouncing with excitement as she spoke, her energy seemingly boundless.
Thalassa’s shoulders, tense just moments before, suddenly relaxed, and a wave of joy brought a glistening wetness to her eyes.
Lysander’s body had shown reflexive movements the day before, a promising sign that his nerves were slowly regaining
sensation. Combined with Dr. Funke’s treatment, the chances of him waking up were growing larger and larger.
Anxious yet thrilled, Thalassa clung to the hope of Lysander’s awakening, a hope she had nurtured for three long years. She
prayed this time, Lysander would fully recover.
“Thalassa, let’s head out. It’s getting late now. You need a good rest.” Hertha, having calmed down from her earlier exuberance,
was the voice of reason.
“Yeah,” Thalassa nodded, exiting the restaurant with Hertha.
Outside, Alaric and Dr. Funke were nowhere to be seen. They must have left already.
The autumn night was cool, and the gentle breeze caressed their flushed faces, bringing a refreshing clarity to their thoughts.
“Hertha, you go on ahead. I’ve got something to take care of,” Thalassa said.
“What is it?” Hertha asked, concern edging her voice.
“Remember? I need to introduce an apprentice to Dr. Funke,” Thalassa reminded her.
The realization dawned on Hertha, “I’ll come with you, then.”
“No need, you’ve got the kids waiting for you at home. They need their mom to tuck them in. I can handle this myself. You’d
better head back now, don’t keep the little ones waiting too long.” Thalassa knew all too well the deep bond between a mother
and her children. Without their mom, the kids might not sleep well. Having not seen her own children for three years, Thalassa’s
longing was a thick, dense ink, and she wouldn’t let Hertha’s children suffer the same pain.
Thinking of her own Julian and Helena, Hertha’s heart melted. She couldn’t bear the thought of them feeling neglected.
So she compromised, “Alright, I’ll head home. Call me if you need anything.”

They parted ways, each driving off in their respective cars.
Thalassa headed toward Hollowbrook to find the apprentice for Dr. Funke, while Hertha drove toward the cozy suburb of
Gulfstream Community, her mind occupied with thoughts of Julian and Helena.
“Crash!”
Suddenly, her car collided with the one in front. The violent jolt threw her forward, her head slamming against the steering wheel,
a wave of dizziness overwhelming her.
She hit the brakes in panic, her car still nudging the one ahead.
Fighting the stars in her vision and the waves of dizziness and pain, Hertha pressed down on the brake pedal.
The car jerked to a stop.
She tried to unbuckle her seat belt, wanting to check on the other vehicle, but her head was heavy, and she felt a warm liquid
trickling down from her scalp, across her forehead, and onto her eyelids.
The pain was intense, her body too weak to even lift her arms.
From the car ahead, a door swung open, and a woman in high heels strutted over to Hertha’s car, angrily pounding on the
window. “What kind of driving is that? Didn’t you see the car stopped ahead? Do you have any idea how expensive my car is?
Get out here, you’re not leaving without coughing up thirty grand today!”
Hertha could barely process the shrill voice that was making her already throbbing head feel like it was about to explode.
She tried to lift her head, to make sense of the blurry figure outside, but her consciousness was fading, “I didn’t mean to-
Her voice trailed off as her body slumped, and she lost consciousness completely.