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.

pang of longing surged through her at the thought of her four little darlings. It had been three years since Zephyr took the children away from the hospital and

name, Hertha asked with a mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really

fluttered down as she nodded.

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

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

tough. Can the kids handle it?” Hertha was

well.”

is grooming 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 kids. Maybe once Lysander wakes up, you’ll have a chance at a family reunion. After all, Lysander can

a sudden idea, Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I know

her funk and asked curiously,

gotta visit Dr. Funke.”

even give us the

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

way to the Falconer Group, striding

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

preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from

had to pause, but she put on a cheery smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP.

asked, her expression stern, leaving no room

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

with our VP. If you don’t have

swallowed her rising temper.

get so high–and–mighty

help, so she

she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just

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