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

Hertha asked with a mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does

lashes fluttered down as she

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

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

so young? Those places are tough. Can

mentioned that Lysander grew up in a military school as well.” Thalassa only

just like he 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, you’ll have a chance at a family reunion. After all,

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

off her funk and

gotta visit Dr. Funke.”

even give us the time

dinner to sign some contract or something? We

leave this to me,” Hertha proclaimed, her indignation fueling

way to the Falconer

who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist is like

an unfamiliar one, they intercept, preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing

but she put on a cheery smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an

asked, her expression stern, leaving no room for flexibility.

an appointment to see an old

our VP. If you don’t have one, I can’t let

swallowed her

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

help, so

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

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