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.

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

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

fluttered down

let you see your children or let them see their mother? Isn’t

kids to a military–style boarding school. They’re not allowed

tough. Can the kids

school as well.” Thalassa only

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.

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

off her funk and asked

gotta visit Dr. Funke.”

us the time of day,” Thalassa lamented.

or something? We can just go with Alaric,”

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

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

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

any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from

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

appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving

to see an old

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

her rising temper.

did Alaric get so high–and–mighty that he required

she needed his help, so she held it

told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me

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