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.

Zephyr took the children away from the hospital and forbade her from seeing them. And with

complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not allow you to

down

won’t let you see your children or let them see their mother? Isn’t he

from David that Zephyr sent the kids to a military–style boarding

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

as well.”

way. But keeping you them is just too cruel to both you and

as if struck by a sudden idea, Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I know how we can get Lysander the

her funk and asked

gotta visit Dr. Funke.”

us the

some contract or something?

it, leave this to me,” Hertha

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

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

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

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

an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving

an appointment to see an old friend?” Hertha was

business hours, you need an appointment to meet with our VP. If you

her rising

did Alaric get so high–and–mighty that he

she needed his help, so she held

told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just

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