The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1447
Someone had gone to check on Hertha, so there was no rush for Thalassa now. She could take her time resolving Dr. Funke’s
issue before heading to the hospital.
After hanging up the call, Thalassa walked back to the entrance where Dr. Funke stood waiting. “I mentioned yesterday that I’d
recommend someone disciplined and quick to learn as your apprentice. Lydia isn’t just self-controlled. She also follows the rules
to a tee and learns fast. She checks all the boxes,” she said with a hint of pride.
It was Thalassa’s way of saying she kept her promise. She really had found a suitable apprentice for Dr. Funke.
“Ha, I doubt many can endure such a tough mentor,” Lydia quipped, giving Dr. Funke a sidelong glance with a light chuckle.
“Don’t go claiming mentors left and right. I’m not your mentor yet,” Dr. Funke retorted with a bit of a snarl.
“As for you,” Lydia snorted derisively, “a doctor who’s all about the bottom line, nitpicking and intimidating. Treating patients with
threats? I’d never stoop to acknowledge someone like you as my mentor!”
“Lydia, don’t speak to Dr. Funke like that.” Thalassa interjected, seeing the argument between Lydia and Dr. Funke escalate. She
was a bundle of nerves, worried that Lydia’s words would provoke Dr. Funke into outright refusing to treat Lysander. She feared
nothing more than Lysander missing his timely chance for treatment.
If swallowing her pride and groveling could secure Dr. Funke’s services for Lysander, she’d do it without a second thought.
Thalassa was on edge, anxious not to botch this apprenticeship arrangement.
Suddenly, Dr. Funke erupted into hearty laughter. His laughter tensed Thalassa further, her nerves taut as she looked at him,
filled with trepidation.
Lydia was equally puzzled, and she asked, “What’s so funny, old man?”
After his chuckles subsided, Dr. Funke regarded Lydia with an appreciative gaze.
Yes, appreciation.
“In all my years of practice, no one’s dared to call me out directly. That’s right, I’m all about the gains and can be a real piece of
work. Still, those who beg for my services never breathe a word against me, only flattery and sycophancy. You, on the other

hand, are refreshingly blunt, calling out my faults right off the bat. Aren’t you afraid I’ll just walk away and refuse to treat your
friend’s husband?”
Dr. Funke was actually admitting his flaws. Instead of getting angry at Lydia’s accusations, he seemed genuinely amused now.
Thalassa was baffled, unable to comprehend . Funke’s change of attitude.
Lydia paused, and then, realizing he was serious, she said, “It deep down, you never intended to treat my friend’s husband, no
amount of fawning would make you agree. And even if you did, you wouldn’t give it your all. A fjalt hearted doctor is worse than
none at all. If you were truly inclined to help, you wouldn’t make it so difficult. So, does it really matter whether or not I offend
you?”
“You do have a point” Dr. Funke conceded with a smile.
Had Dr. Funke never intended to treat Lysander from the start?
Thalassa felt as if a cloud had settled over her her spirits as damp as a heavy fog.
“You old cool, that’s just dirty play! Thalassa, let’s get out of here!” Lydia grabbed Thalassa’s arm, ready to storm off
“And where do you think you’re going? Weren’t you here to ask for apprenticeship? Why not come in?” Dr. Funke’s voice
suddenly called out.
Thalassa was baffled, unable to comprehend Dr. Funke’s change of attitude.
Lydia paused, and then, realizing he was serious, she said, “If deep down, you never intended to treat my friend’s husband, no
amount of fawning would make you agree. And even if you did, you wouldn’t give it your all. A half-hearted doctor is worse than
none at all. If you were truly inclined to help, you wouldn’t make it so difficult. So, does it really matter whether or not I offend
you?”
“You do have a point,” Dr. Funke conceded with a smile.
Thalassa was at a loss.
Had Dr. Funke never intended to treat Lysander from the start?
Thalassa felt as if a cloud had settled over her, her spirits as damp as a heavy fog.

“You old coot, that’s just dirty play! Thalassa, let’s get out of here!” Lydia grabbed Thalassa’s arm, ready to storm off.
“And where do you think you’re going? Weren’t you here to ask for apprenticeship? Why not come in?” Dr. Funke’s voice
suddenly called out.