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 right to see

mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really

down as she nodded.

let them see their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent

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

boarding school so young? Those places are tough. Can the kids handle it?” Hertha was deeply

Lysander grew up in a military school as well.” Thalassa only knew about her children’s lives through David’s

your kids just like he did to Lysander. Looks like he does care about them in his own way. But keeping you them is just too cruel to both you and the

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

off her funk

gotta visit

even give us the time of day,” Thalassa

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

about it, leave this to me,” Hertha proclaimed, her indignation fueling her resolve.

her way to the Falconer Group, striding with determined steps toward the

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

cheery smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP.

asked, her expression stern,

an appointment to see an old friend?” Hertha

you need an appointment to meet with our VP. If you don’t have one,

swallowed her rising

did Alaric get so high–and–mighty that he

she needed his help, so she held it in.

receptionist, “Sorry, let me just give him a quick call.”

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