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.

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 forbade her from seeing them. And with all her

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

fluttered down

or let them see their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when

boarding school. They’re not allowed to just come and go,”

are tough. Can the kids handle

school as well.” Thalassa only knew about her

them in his own way. But keeping you them is just too cruel

if struck by a sudden idea, Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I know how we

her funk and

gotta visit

us the

or something? We can just go

me,” Hertha proclaimed, her

Hertha made her way to the Falconer Group, striding

was stopped, “Miss, may I ask who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist

ill–intentioned visitor

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

asked, her expression stern,

need an appointment to see an old friend?”

you need an appointment to meet with our VP. If you don’t have one, I can’t

swallowed her rising

Alaric get so high–and–mighty

so she held it in.

receptionist, “Sorry, let

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