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

a mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not allow you to see your children

lashes fluttered down as she

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

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

a boarding school so young? Those places are tough. Can the kids

a military school as well.”

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

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

off her funk and asked curiously, “How?”

gotta visit Dr. Funke.”

won’t even give us the time of

to sign some contract or something? We can just

to me,” Hertha proclaimed, her indignation fueling

her way to the Falconer Group, striding with determined

sooner had she reached the reception desk than she was stopped, “Miss, may I ask who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist is

ill–intentioned visitor from disturbing the upper echelons

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

you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving

see an old friend?” Hertha was taken aback.

meet with our VP. If you don’t have one, I

her rising temper.

so high–and–mighty

help, so she

let me just give him

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