The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1308

Thalassa knew her daughter like the back of her hand. If she was asking that question, she was surely just trying to lift her spirits.

The worry etched on her face was so apparent, even the kids had taken notice.

Thalassa felt a pang in her heart but managed to coax a smile on her face, gently ruffling Elowen’s hair and softly said, “Mommy’s smiling, see?”

With that, a smile stretched across her lips, reassuring Elowen that she was indeed happy. “Hooray, Mommy finally smiled!” Elowen cheered, bouncing around in excitement.

“Mommy, you should smile more, and you’re prettiest when you smile,” Dorian said, tilting his little head as he gazed at Thalassa, his voice soft and endearing.

“You’re wise beyond your years, kiddo. Your mommy’s happiest with you all around.” Evelyn, standing to the side, felt her eyes well up with tears. She’d been alone at home for days, feeling lonely and sad.

Now, with the children’s company, her spirits were finally lifting.

“Mommy, let’s go home,” Sophia said, reaching out to take Thalassa’s hand. She hadn’t seen her for days and missed her terribly. All she wanted was to go back home with Thalassa.

“Mom…,” Thalassa hesitated, glancing at Evelyn helplessly.

The kids had been staying at Royal Estates, Lysander’s villa.

now and Lysander found out, would

the one who fretted how. Remembering Lysander’s ruthless ways and his coldness

in her eyes. She knew all too well the worry abou Lysander’s reaction that

wanted his

nothing left

a pass. It might be

on Elowen and Sophia’s hands and declared, “Let’s go. We’re heading home together. Mommy will cook something delicious

tasty treat from Thalassa, the kids’ excitement

home, Evelyn’s heart was heavy with worry.

when Royal Estates’ staff came to pick up the kids and found them missing?

and all Evelyn could do was swallow her fears and follow her daughter’s lead.

the preschool, a

eyes watched in silence as two

setting sun cast long shadows behind them, creating an image of warmth and contentment on the asphalt

gaze was distant and

“Mr. Sinclair, shall we follow

flickered back to the present, his voice a low rumble, “No, let them go.”