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.

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

mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not allow you to see your

fluttered down as she

their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when they grow up?” Hertha was indignant on Thalassa’s

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

places are tough. Can the kids handle it?” Hertha was deeply sympathetic.

Lysander grew up in a military school as well.” Thalassa only knew about her children’s lives through David’s

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

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

her funk

gotta visit

Dr. Funke won’t even give us the time

to sign some contract or something? We can just go with Alaric,” Hertha suggested. “But…”

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

Falconer Group, striding with determined steps toward

reached the reception desk than she was stopped, “Miss, may I ask who you’re here to

potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing the upper echelons of

“I’m an old friend of your VP. Just need

you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving no room

an

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.

so high–and–mighty that he required

so she

her grin, she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just

phone, the same one she’d had for three