The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 962

Lysander’s voice echoed with a tinge of urgency through the phone, “Your mom’s gone missing. I’m on the hunt for her now.””

Over time and through tender moments, Lysander had come to understand the deep bond between Thalassa and the children. The mere thought of anything happening to her would send ripples of worry through their little hearts.

Atticus, sharp as a tack, keeping him in the dark would only fuel his fears.

Without sugarcoating the truth, Lysander broke the news of Thalassa’s disappearance to Atticus.

“What? Mom’s gone missing!” Atticus gasped.

The other three tots, lured by his voice, toddled out of the playroom, gathering around Atticus, their young, inquisitive voices peppering him with questions.

“What do you mean Mom’s gone? Where did she go?” Dorian asked, his large, doe-like eyes wide with confusion.

“Isn’t Mom gonna tuck us in tonight? Waaah, I want my mommy,” Elowen whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Mommy…” Sophia’s voice was a faint whisper, her lips quivering, on the brink of tears.

The sounds of the children’s voices, with the girls on the verge of crying, reached Lysander through the phone. He could feel the tension gripping the little ones.

his deep voice steadying,

of the situation, Atticus snapped to attention, “I’m on it

once you have the

Dad!” Atticus assured before hanging up and dashing to his room.

look of silent understanding and scurried after Atticus, their chubby legs

the call ended, Lysander boarded the

toy-strewn playroom, Atticus was furiously tapping away on a tablet, his youthful face etched with concentration,

and Sophia watched him intently, their big, innocent

at stake, and none dared to make a careless

he did her credit card number, swiftly entered it into a special interface on the tablet.

a search, and the device began its work.

a location popped up.

with a light in his eyes, spotting

trio of heads leaned in, curious and

recognized the red dot but not its meaning

right away. He’ll find Mom,” Atticus

said,

fingers danced across the

and out of signal range, remained unaware of the incoming information.