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

with a mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa,

down

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

boarding school. They’re not allowed to

are tough. Can the kids

a military school as well.”

keeping you them is just too cruel to both you and the kids. Maybe once Lysander wakes

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

shook off her funk and asked curiously, “How?”

gotta visit Dr.

Funke won’t even give us the time

to sign some contract or something?

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

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

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

potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing the upper

on a cheery smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your VP. Just need to chat with him about

asked, her expression stern, leaving no room

see an

hours, you need an appointment to meet with our VP. If you don’t have

swallowed her rising

high–and–mighty that he

so she

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

out her phone, the same one she’d had for three years, Hertha scrolled to Alaric’s number.