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.

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,

Hertha asked with a mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not allow you to see your children

fluttered down as

won’t let you see your children or let them see their mother? Isn’t he afraid

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

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

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

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 get

shook off her funk and

visit

us the time

some contract or something? We can just go with Alaric,” Hertha

it, leave this to me,” Hertha proclaimed,

Falconer

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

an unfamiliar one, they intercept, preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing the upper echelons of

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

asked, her expression stern, leaving

to see an old friend?” Hertha was

appointment to meet with our VP. If you

her

so high–and–mighty that

needed his help, so she held

her grin, she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me

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