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.

and Lysander found out, would he blow his

one who fretted how. Remembering Lysander’s ruthless ways and his coldness toward Thalassa sent a chill down her spine.

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

probably thought she wanted his head on a

nothing left

might be time

Sophia’s hands and declared, “Let’s go. We’re heading home together.

treat from Thalassa, the

Thalassa resolved to take the kids home,

up the kids and found them missing? Would they come knocking at

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

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

silence as two adults led

an image of warmth and contentment

distant and

driver David asked cautiously, “Mr. Sinclair,

voice a low rumble, “No, let them