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.

hospital and forbade her

of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not allow

fluttered down as she nodded.

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

that Zephyr sent the kids to a military–style boarding

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

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

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

sudden idea, Hertha exclaimed, “Wait,

off her funk and asked curiously,

gotta visit

even give us

sign some contract or something? We can just go

me,” Hertha

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

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

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

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

the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving no room for

I need an appointment to see an old friend?” Hertha was

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

swallowed her rising

high–and–mighty

help, so

let me just give

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