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.

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 to

and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not

lashes fluttered down as she nodded.

their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when they grow up?” Hertha was indignant on Thalassa’s behalf.

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

tough. Can the kids handle it?” Hertha was

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

is just too cruel to both you and the kids. Maybe once Lysander wakes up, you’ll have

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

funk and

gotta visit

Dr. Funke won’t even give us the

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

it, leave this to me,”

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

she was stopped, “Miss, may I ask who you’re here to see?” Every corporate

potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing

the receptionist, “I’m an old

an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving no room for flexibility.

I need an appointment to see an old

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

swallowed her

high–and–mighty

she needed his help, so she held

her grin, she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just give

she’d had for