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.

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

with a mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not allow you

fluttered down as she nodded.

see their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll resent him when they

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

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

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

cruel to both you and the kids. Maybe once

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

funk and asked

gotta visit Dr.

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

sign some contract or something? We can just go with

to me,” Hertha proclaimed, her

to the Falconer

sooner had she reached the reception desk than she was stopped, “Miss, may I ask who you’re here

an unfamiliar one, they intercept, preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing the upper echelons of the

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

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

an old

appointment to meet with our VP. If you don’t have one, I can’t let you

swallowed her rising

high–and–mighty that he required

she needed his help, so she held it in.

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

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