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

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

lashes fluttered down as she nodded.

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

David that Zephyr sent the kids to a military–style boarding school. They’re not allowed to just come

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

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

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,

shook off her funk and asked curiously,

visit Dr. Funke.”

Funke won’t even give us the

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

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

morning, Hertha made her way to the Falconer

“Miss, may I ask who you’re here to see?” Every corporate

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

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

receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving no room for flexibility.

see an old friend?” Hertha was

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

her rising temper.

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

she needed his help, so

the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just give him

had for three years, Hertha scrolled to Alaric’s number.