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.

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 her right to see them.

“Thalassa, does

lashes fluttered down

won’t let you see your children or let them see their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when they

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

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

that Lysander grew up in a military school as well.” Thalassa only knew

too cruel to both you and the

a sudden idea, Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I know how we can get Lysander the best treatment!”

shook off her funk and asked curiously,

visit

Funke won’t even give us the time of

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

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

way to the Falconer Group, striding with

desk than she was stopped, “Miss, may I ask who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist is like

they intercept, preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing the upper echelons of the

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

you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression

need an appointment to see an old friend?” Hertha was taken aback.

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

swallowed her rising

Alaric get so high–and–mighty

needed his help, so she held it

the receptionist, “Sorry, let me

had for