The Billionaire's Secret Quartet - Chapter 1448
Chapter 1448
Thalassa and Lydia had just turned to leave when Dr. Funke’s words brought them to a halt.
Thalassa mulled over what Dr. Funke had said, her heart, which had sunk to her shoes, now
thrumming wildly in her chest again. She spun around, her eyes alight with excitement, “Dr. Funke, do
you mean…’
Lydia was equally astonished, “You agreed?”
“What else? Did it sound like I was inviting you two in for lunch?” Dr. Funke said, hands clasped
leisurely behind his back.
“Why?” Lydia asked, puzzled. Dr. Funke had clearly refused her moments earlier, stating he wasn’t
ready to take on the role of her mentor.
“I’m a glutton for punishment, I suppose. I enjoy it when people give me a hard time.” Dr. Funke threw
over his shoulder, disappearing into the house.
Lydia and Thalassa exchanged wide-eyed glances, both utterly baffled by Dr. Funke’s words. They
blinked at each other, signaling their shared bewilderment.
Indeed, the temperament of a genius has always been a peculiar thing.
And unpredictable.
“Shall we go in?” Thalassa asked Lydia.
“Of course! Are we really going to walk away empty-handed?” Lydia retorted. She linked. arms with
Thalassa, leading her inside.
Thalassa’s question had been a way to gauge Lydia’s attitude, to see if she still wanted to pursue
medical tutelage under Dr. Funke.
It was clear to Thalassa that Lydia and Dr. Funke were like oil and water, engaging in. verbal sparring
the moment they exchanged words.
If Lydia was having second thoughts, Thalassa wouldn’t force her.
The night before, on their way to Starhaven, Thalassa had shared the real reason she wanted Lydia to
apprentice under Dr. Funke-it was to fulfill two conditions that would convince Dr. Funke to come out of
retirement and treat Lysander’s illness.
Lydia understood Thalassa’s intentions.
But if Lydia really didn’t want to go through with it, Thalassa would respect her decision.
To Thalassa’s surprise, Lydia didn’t hesitate to lead the way into Dr. Funke’s residence.
Dr. Funke’s place was tidy but stark, lacking the warmth of a lived-in home.
As they entered, Dr. Funke was in the midst of his morning routine, brushing his teeth and washing his
face.
Thalassa and Lydia stood awkwardly in the living room until Dr. Funke emerged from the bathroom, “Sit
down, why are you standing like statues? Make yourselves at home, or do I need to play host?”
His words were an invitation to relax.
Thalassa and Lydia shared a glance before Lydia, taking the lead, guided them both to the couch to sit
down without further ceremony.
“Dr. Funke, when do we start the apprenticeship?” Lydia asked eagerly.
“Stop calling me Dr. Funke. Just call me ‘Old Man,” Dr. Funke suggested.
Lydia was speechless, and so was Thalassa.
Neither of them had expected that the eccentric and demanding Dr. Funke would have such an unusual
preference-to be called ‘Old Man’.
He was barely past fifty-not really old by any standard.
Soon after, Dr. Funke returned from his room dressed in a formal suit. With his hair slicked back, his
rigid and quirky demeanor took on a more profound and artistic air.
novelbin
Seeing his stern attire, Thalassa and Lydia instinctively sat up straighter.
“Lydia, come here,” Dr. Funke called.
Lydia stood up, and Thalassa remained seated until Dr. Funke’s gaze fell on her, “And wha are you still
sitting there for? Come over and officiate.”
Realizing he was addressing her, Thalassa hurried to her feet.