The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 901

Leopold was more than just a business partner to Callum; he was his best friend and confidant.

With the departure of a soulmate like him from this world, how can his heart not ache with sorrow?

Taking a deep breath, Callum said, "You can have the house; it’s his gift to you. It’s now yours, and you can move in with your mother without the need to rent."

Tears fell onto the papers in front of Thalassa, staining the white sheets with their wetness. At first, the droplets lingered on the surface, but gradually, they permeated the fibers, dampening the document.

She gripped the papers tightly, then loosened her hold, pushing them towards Callum with a voice choked by sobs, "Please, take these back to Amelia, or Leopold's father. I have no right to accept his things."

She wouldn't take Lysander's money, nor would she claim any of Leopold's estate. She had no claim to it, no reason to take anything from him.

How could he be so foolish as to buy the villa she had put up for sale and secretly put it in her name? He knew that even with this gesture, there was no possibility for anything more between them.

Thinking of Leopold, Thalassa’s heart felt as if countless thin ropes were constricting it—suffocating, wrenching with pain, leaving her feeling helpless, regretful, and heartbroken.

"Thalassa!" Callum's voice dropped with a heavy resonance that filled the room, his complexion darkening, his hands trembling slightly.

With restrained anger and eyes that were typically gentle, now filled with irritation, he looked at her.

"When he was alive, you repeatedly broke his heart. Now that he's gone, dead, do you understand? His last wish was for you to accept this house he left for you. Can't you fulfill even this simple dying wish? Besides, I must complete the tasks he entrusted to me before he passed!"

Saying this, Callum pushed the papers and the keys back towards Thalassa.

After finishing his piece, he stood up, walked to the door of the private booth, paused, and without turning around, he said, "I really hope you won't let him down."

Finally, she picked up the papers and keys from the table, preparing to leave.

But as Thalassa rose, her legs faltered, almost sending her tumbling to the floor. She grabbed the table just in time to steady herself.

Her eyes caught sight of the contract again, and fresh tears flooded her eyes. Her hand gripping the table clenched tight, her nails scratching the wood with a hiss that echoed the torment in her heart.

Was Leopold not just driven to his end by Lysander but also by her breaking his heart?

Was she, like Lysander, a murderer of Leopold?

Thalassa couldn't forgive Lysander, nor could she forgive herself.