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.

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 energy focused on caring for Lysander, she hadn’t had the chance to fight for

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

fluttered down as she

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

to a military–style boarding school. They’re not allowed

boarding school so young? Those places are tough. Can

a military school as well.” Thalassa only knew about her children’s

did 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 once Lysander wakes up,

exclaimed, “Wait, I know how we can

off her funk and asked curiously,

visit Dr.

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

or something? We can just

leave this to me,” Hertha proclaimed, her indignation

way to the Falconer Group, striding with

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 new

preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from

smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of

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

to see an old friend?” Hertha was

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

her rising

get so high–and–mighty that

she needed his help, so she held

receptionist, “Sorry, let me just give him a

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