The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 1413

Bridget was a kind woman, a hard worker with a heart of gold. Over the years, she had been caring for Hertha and the twins wholeheartedly.

“Don’t say such things,” she chuckled, “you pay me a fair wage, and looking after you is part of my duty. Ms. Kensington, Ms. Everhart, I bet you haven’t eaten yet. I’ve got one more dish to whip up, and then dinner is served.” With that, Bridget bustled back into the kitchen.

Hertha and Thalassa each cradling a child, settled onto the couch.

Little Helena wiggled out of Thalassa’s arms, and though Thalassa thought she was off to play, the toddler fished out a pack of cookies from between the couch cushions instead.

Clutching a chocolate chip cookie, she held it up to Thalassa, “Auntie Thalassa, have a cookie.”

“Mama wants one too.” Julian wriggled out from Hertha’s holding, grabbed a cookie, and offered it to Hertha with all the seriousness of a grown–up. “Mommy, open your mouth.”

He himself opened his mouth wide, mimicking the action he wanted Hertha to take. His innocent eyes were filled with tender love.

It was a heartwarming sight for Hertha.

Surrounded by such pure love, she obliged with an “Ahh“.

Julian promptly placed the cookie in her mouth.

Helena followed suit, coaxing Thalassa to open up. As Thalassa ate the cookie, she smiled and tousled Helena’s soft hair. “Thanks, Helena. Did you hear Bridget say we hadn’t eaten, so you brought us the cookies?”

“Uh–huh,” Helena nodded vigorously.

“You’re such a sweetheart. You know, Elowen was just as thoughtful and adorable when she was at your age,” Thalassa said, gently caressing Helena’s cheek, her mind drifting to her own four children.

Zephyr took the children away from the hospital and forbade her from seeing them. And with all her energy focused on caring for Lysander, she hadn’t had the chance to fight for her

“Thalassa, does Zephyr really not allow you to

fluttered down as

Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when

sent the kids to a military–style boarding

so young? Those places are tough. Can the kids handle it?”

up in a military school as well.” Thalassa

does care about them in his own way. But keeping you them is just too cruel to both you and

a sudden idea, Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I know

shook off her funk

gotta visit

Dr. Funke won’t even give us the time of

dinner to sign some contract or something? We can just go with Alaric,”

to me,” Hertha proclaimed, her indignation

Falconer Group, striding

I ask who you’re

they intercept, preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing

cheery smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP. Just need to chat with him about something.”

have an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving no room for flexibility.

an appointment to see an old friend?” Hertha

If you don’t

swallowed her

so high–and–mighty that he

so she

receptionist, “Sorry, let

phone, the same one she’d had for three years, Hertha