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.

longing surged through her at the thought of her four little darlings. It had been three years since 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

Elowen’s name, Hertha asked with a mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not allow you to see

lashes 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

To a boarding school so young? Those places are tough. Can the kids handle it?”

military school as well.” Thalassa only knew about her children’s

in his own way. But 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 to Zephyr,” Hertha mused.

sudden idea, Hertha exclaimed, “Wait,

funk and asked

visit Dr.

us the time of day,” Thalassa

Funke promise Alaric a dinner to sign some contract or something? We

buts about it, leave this to me,” Hertha

next morning, Hertha made her way to the Falconer Group, striding with determined steps toward the elevator.

I ask who

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

told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP. Just

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

an appointment to see an old

our VP. If you

swallowed her rising

Alaric get so high–and–mighty that

needed his help, so

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

same one she’d had for three years, Hertha scrolled to Alaric’s