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.

longing 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 them. And with all her

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

lashes fluttered down as

see your 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 behalf.

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

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

well.”

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.

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

funk and

visit

Funke won’t even give us the time of

a dinner to sign some contract or something? We can just go with Alaric,”

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

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

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

they intercept, preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing the

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

receptionist asked, her

an old

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

her rising

did Alaric get so high–and–mighty

his help, so she

she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let

one she’d had for three years, Hertha