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.

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

with a mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really

lashes fluttered down

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 grow up?” Hertha was indignant on Thalassa’s behalf.

heard from David that Zephyr sent the kids to a military–style boarding school. They’re not allowed to

so young? Those places are tough.

school as well.” Thalassa

own way. But keeping you them is just too cruel

sudden idea, Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I

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

visit

Funke won’t even give us the time of day,” Thalassa

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

me,” Hertha proclaimed, her indignation fueling her

Hertha made her way to the Falconer Group, striding with determined

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

any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing the upper echelons of the

pause, but she put on a cheery smile and told the receptionist, “I’m an old friend of your

you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving no

to see an old friend?” Hertha

VP. If you don’t have

her rising

Alaric get so high–and–mighty

help, so she

her grin, she told the receptionist, “Sorry, let me just give him a quick call.”

she’d had for three years, Hertha scrolled to