The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)
Chapter 1478

The sound of the cough was startlingly clear.

Rosalind froze mid-motion, her mind rippling like a stone had been cast into a still pond. Her blood surged through her, leaving her momentarily paralyzed.

Zephyr stood by the bedside, having heard Lysander's voice as plainly as Rosalind had. His pupils dilated with urgency as he quickly stepped forward, pulling Rosalind back. With a trembling voice, he addressed the figure on the bed, "Lysander, are you awake? Open your eyes and look at me, it's Grandpa.

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After three long years, there was finally a sign of life from Lysander. The wait seemed to be over!

For three years, Zephyr had been cloaked in worry and suppressed emotions. Now, his heart raced with an intensity that shook his very being.

Rosalind, so nervous she swallowed the medicine in her mouth, didn't even bother to wipe the residue from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Lysander. The thought of him awakening sent waves of excitement through her.

Zephyr watched over Lysander with shaky, hopeful eyes. Though Lysander didn't respond to his words, his eyelids fluttered, and one could see his eyeballs moving, straining to open. Zephyr's heart hung in suspense, his gaze fixed on Lysander's eyes, yearning for the moment they would open.

Another cough escaped Lysander, his long lashes trembling with the effort to see once more.

The room was silent, a hushed expectancy filled the air. Zephyr held his breath, waiting alongside Lysander, sharing in the man's struggle to reconnect with the world.

After an agonizing half minute, Lysander's eyes slowly opened. The light flooded his vision, and after so long in darkness, it was overwhelming. He closed his eyes briefly, letting them adjust, and then, with an effort that had the room holding its collective breath, Lysander's eyes opened again.

This time, a sharp glint flickered in their depths- profound and unfathomable.

His gaze met Zephyr's aged but elated face. Lysander's lips moved, a hoarse and dry sound emerged, "Grandpa..."

His voice was raspy from disuse, but the single word was like a symphony to Zephyr's ears.

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"Oh, Lysander, you're finally awake," Zephyr said, tears streaming down his weathered cheeks.

He was a soldier, not one to shed tears lightly, but the sight of Lysander's awakening, the end of three years of worry and heartache, was enough to break his stoic demeanor. Sitting by the bed, Zephyr supported Lysander's shoulders with hands that were wrinkled and shaking from emotion. "Lysander, it's good that you're awake, so good."

Every ounce of perseverance over the past three years, every penny spent on treatments - it was all worth it now.

"Grandpa, how long have I been asleep?" Lysander asked, his head heavy with confusion and disorientation.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, Zephyr replied, "Lysander, you've been out for three years. Do you know how worried I've been?"

Lysander's eyes narrowed, a chill passing through them. "Three years? What about Thalassa?"

His voice was rough with worry, and as he attempted to sit up, he found his waist lacked strength and he couldn't rise.

Zephyr, seeing him strain, quickly pressed him down, urging him to lie still. "You've just woken up, don't move around. I'll call the doctor right away."

With that, Zephyr dialed Dr. Funke, informing him of Lysander's awakening and urging him to come quickly.

"Grandpa, where's Thalassa?" Lysander persisted, his eyes locked on Zephyr, demanding news of Thalassa.

Zephyr's heart sank. Even after three years of unconsciousness, Lysander's first concern was Thalassa. The first thing upon waking was to ask about her.