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.

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

name, Hertha asked with a mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not

fluttered down as she nodded.

cruel! He won’t let you see your children or let them see their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when they

a military–style boarding school. They’re not allowed

boarding school so young? Those places are tough. Can the kids handle it?” Hertha

well.” Thalassa only knew about her children’s lives through

his own way. But keeping you them is just too cruel to both you and

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

her funk and asked curiously, “How?”

visit Dr.

won’t even give us the time of

dinner to sign some contract or something? We

this to me,” Hertha proclaimed,

Falconer

who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist is like a human radar for new

potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing

but she put on a cheery smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP. Just need to

receptionist asked, her expression

need an appointment to see an old

our VP. If

her rising

Alaric get so high–and–mighty that he required appointments?

help, so

she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just give him

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