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.

children away from the hospital and forbade her from seeing them.

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

fluttered down

children or let them see their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll

the kids to a military–style boarding school. They’re not allowed to just come and

boarding school so young? Those places are tough. Can the

school as well.” Thalassa only knew about her

does care about them in his own way. But keeping you them is just too cruel to both you and the kids. Maybe

Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I know how we

funk and

gotta visit Dr. Funke.”

Dr. Funke won’t even give us the time of day,” Thalassa

Dr. Funke promise Alaric a dinner to sign some contract or something? We can just

buts about it, leave this to me,” Hertha

her way to the Falconer Group, striding with determined

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

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

receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP. Just need to chat with him

the receptionist asked, her

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

an appointment 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 that he required appointments?

so she held it

“Sorry, let me just give him a quick call.”

phone, the same one she’d had for three years, Hertha scrolled to Alaric’s