The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1175

The driver chuckled at her words but said nothing more.

Hertha had planned to head straight to the office, but as they drove past a serene wetland park, she noticed shepherds tending to their flocks in the distance.

The sight of pure white lambs grazing carefree on the lush green grass, interspersed with tranquil ponds, painted a scene as idyllic as fluffy clouds dotting a spring sky.

This peaceful vista tugged at her heartstrings, and Hertha hastily asked the driver to pull over.

Stepping out of the car at the edge of the wetland park, she wandered absentmindedly towards the grazing sheep. The fuzzy lambs, uhafraid of her presence, ambled over to her side, nuzzling against her legs, taking a bite of grass, then nuzzling her again.

The gentle contact prompted Hertha to squat down and stroke the lamb’s woolly head. The softness felt soothing under her touch, offering a balm to her aching heart.

The shepherd, a woman with sun-kissed skin and an honest demeanor, approached with a warm smile. “You’ve got a kind aura about you,” she said. “The lambs can tell; they really like you.”

the shepherd, a bittersweet smile creeping onto her face. “It’s easier to be a lamb, isn’t it? No worries as

ending up as meals for folks like us,” the

Hertha, as if awakening her to a simple

suffering often stems from thinking too much and

be content with the now is

its heaviness. “Thank you,” she told the

laughed heartily,

sorrows and joys of others were not always our own to comprehend. How could anyone else know the pain in her heart

while longer, playing with the

tree, shading herself

called

resting in the hospital, having