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

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

lashes fluttered down as

see their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when they grow up?” Hertha was

the kids to a military–style boarding

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

grew up in a military school as well.” Thalassa only knew about

is grooming your kids 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.

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

her funk and asked curiously,

gotta visit Dr.

Funke won’t even give us the time

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

to me,” Hertha proclaimed,

next morning, Hertha made her way to the Falconer Group, striding with

“Miss, may I ask who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist is like a human radar for new

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

told the receptionist, “I’m an

have an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her

an old friend?” Hertha was

appointment to meet with our VP. If you don’t have one, I can’t let you through,” the receptionist insisted.

her rising temper.

Alaric get so high–and–mighty that he

needed his help, so

receptionist, “Sorry, let me just give

her phone, the same one she’d had