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 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 energy focused on caring for Lysander, she hadn’t had the chance to fight for her right

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

fluttered down as she nodded.

see their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when

the kids to a military–style boarding school.

young? Those places are tough. Can the

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

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, Lysander can stand up to Zephyr,”

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

her funk and asked curiously,

gotta visit Dr. Funke.”

us

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

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

Falconer Group, striding with

reception desk than she was stopped, “Miss, may I ask who you’re here to see?”

any potentially ill–intentioned

and told the receptionist, “I’m an old

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

to see an

VP. If you don’t have

her

high–and–mighty that he

help, so

told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me

the same one she’d had for