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.

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

a mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does

lashes fluttered down as she nodded.

their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when they grow up?” Hertha was indignant

to a military–style boarding school. They’re not allowed to just come and

boarding school so young? Those places are tough.

in a military school as well.”

keeping you them is just too cruel to both you and the kids. Maybe once Lysander wakes up, you’ll have a chance at a family reunion. After all, Lysander can stand up

a sudden idea, Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I know how we can get Lysander

shook off her funk

gotta visit Dr. Funke.”

won’t even give us the time of

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

me,” Hertha

to the Falconer Group, striding with determined steps toward the elevator.

may I ask who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist is like a human radar

they intercept, preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing the upper echelons of the

had to pause, but she put on a cheery smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP. Just need to chat with him about

receptionist asked, her

see an

need an appointment to meet with our VP. If you

her rising temper.

get so high–and–mighty that he required

so she held it

her grin, she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let

her phone, the same one she’d had