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.

found out,

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

caught Evelyn’s plea for help in her eyes. She knew all too well the worry abou Lysander’s reaction that used

thought she wanted his

left to

might be time to lay all cards

resolve, Thalassa tightened her grip on Elowen and Sophia’s hands and declared, “Let’s go. We’re heading home together. Mommy will cook

Thalassa, the kids’ excitement was palpable, their joy

the kids home, Evelyn’s

kids and found them missing? Would they

was adamant, and all Evelyn could do was

the side of the preschool, a sleek black Rolls-Royce remained still.

in silence as two

behind them, creating an

gaze was distant and

cautiously, “Mr. Sinclair, shall we

the present, his voice a low rumble, “No,