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.

and forbade her from seeing them.

“Thalassa, does Zephyr really

lashes fluttered down as

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

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

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

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

But keeping you them is just too cruel to both you and the kids. Maybe once Lysander wakes up, you’ll have a chance

exclaimed, “Wait, I know how we can get Lysander the

off her funk and

visit Dr. Funke.”

us the

contract or something? We can

it, leave this to me,” Hertha proclaimed,

way to the Falconer Group, striding

who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist is like a human radar for

ill–intentioned visitor

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

an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression stern,

an old friend?” Hertha was taken aback.

If you don’t have one, I can’t let you through,” the

swallowed her rising

high–and–mighty that he required appointments?

his help, so she held

she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just give him a quick call.”

same one she’d had for three years, Hertha scrolled to Alaric’s