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.

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

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

lashes fluttered down as she

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

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

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

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

you them is just too cruel to both you

“Wait,

shook off her funk and asked curiously, “How?”

visit Dr. Funke.”

even give us the time

sign some contract or something? We can just go

leave this to me,” Hertha proclaimed, her indignation

Falconer Group, striding with determined steps toward the elevator.

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

ill–intentioned

“I’m an old friend

the receptionist asked, her

appointment to see an old friend?” Hertha was taken

with our VP. If you don’t have

her rising temper.

Alaric get so high–and–mighty that he required appointments?

needed his help, so

her grin, she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just give him a quick

out her phone, the same one she’d had