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

curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not

fluttered down

see your children or let them see their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when they grow up?”

from David that Zephyr sent the kids to a military–style boarding school. They’re not allowed to just come and go,” Thalassa replied.

Those places are tough. Can the kids handle it?” Hertha was

up in a military school as well.” Thalassa

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 to Zephyr,”

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

off her funk and asked

gotta visit Dr. Funke.”

us the time of

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

to me,” Hertha proclaimed, her indignation fueling her resolve.

made her way to the Falconer

sooner had she reached the reception desk than she was stopped, “Miss, may I ask who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist is like a human

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

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

an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her

an old friend?” Hertha was taken aback.

VP. If you don’t have one, I can’t let you through,” the

her rising

get so high–and–mighty that he

so she held it

told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just give him a

her phone, the same one she’d had for