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 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

complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not allow you

lashes fluttered down as

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

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

are tough. Can the kids handle

well.”

you them is just too cruel

idea, Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I know how

shook off her funk and asked

visit

us the time

sign some contract or something? We can

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

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

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

preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from

receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP.

appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving no

an appointment to see an old

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

swallowed her rising temper.

did Alaric get so high–and–mighty that

needed his help, so

grin, she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let

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