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.

the children away from the hospital and forbade her from seeing them. And with all her energy focused on caring for Lysander, she hadn’t had

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

lashes fluttered down

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

David that Zephyr sent the kids to a military–style boarding school. They’re not allowed to just

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

Lysander grew up in a military school as well.” Thalassa only knew about her children’s lives through David’s updates.

keeping you them is just too cruel to both you

Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I know how we

her funk and

gotta visit

us the time of day,” Thalassa

Funke promise Alaric a dinner to sign some contract or something? We can

me,”

Hertha made her way to the Falconer

had she reached the reception desk than she was stopped, “Miss, may I ask who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist is like a human radar

any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing

a cheery smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP. Just

her expression stern, leaving

an old friend?” Hertha was taken

business hours, you need an appointment to meet with our VP. If you

swallowed her rising temper.

get so high–and–mighty that

so she held it

told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just give

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