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.

went back now and Lysander found

Lysander’s ruthless ways and his coldness toward Thalassa sent a

all too well the worry abou Lysander’s reaction that used to govern every decision she made.

wanted his head

had nothing left

a pass. It might be time to lay all cards on

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

treat from Thalassa, the kids’ excitement was palpable,

Thalassa resolved to take the kids home, Evelyn’s

the kids and found them missing? Would they

do was swallow her

the preschool, a sleek black

watched in silence as two adults

long shadows behind them, creating an image of warmth

was distant and thoughtful.

“Mr. Sinclair, shall we follow them?”

the present, his voice a low