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.

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 energy focused

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

fluttered down as she

children or let them see their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when they grow up?” Hertha

boarding school. They’re not allowed to just come

a boarding school so young? Those places are tough. Can the

Lysander grew up in a military school as well.” Thalassa only knew about

too cruel

Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I know how we can get

her funk

gotta visit Dr. Funke.”

us the

to sign some contract or something? We can just

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

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

the reception desk than she was stopped, “Miss, may I ask who

intercept, preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing the upper echelons of the

smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP. Just need to chat with him about something.”

the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving no

I need an appointment to see an old friend?” Hertha

with our VP. If you don’t have one, I can’t let you through,” the receptionist insisted.

swallowed her rising temper.

high–and–mighty that he required appointments?

his help, so

let me just give

had for three years, Hertha scrolled to Alaric’s