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.

hospital and forbade her from seeing them. And with all her energy focused on caring for Lysander,

Hertha asked with a mix of curiosity and complaint, “Thalassa, does Zephyr really not allow you to see your children even once?”

lashes fluttered down as she

mother? Isn’t he

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

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

as well.” Thalassa only knew

his own way. But keeping you them is just too cruel to both you and the kids. Maybe once Lysander wakes up, you’ll have

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

off her funk and asked curiously, “How?”

visit Dr.

give us the time of day,” Thalassa lamented.

dinner to sign some contract or something? We can just go

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

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

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

they intercept, preventing any potentially ill–intentioned visitor

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

you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her

appointment to see an old friend?” Hertha was taken

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

her rising temper.

did Alaric get so high–and–mighty that he required

help, so she held it in.

receptionist, “Sorry, let

the same one she’d had for three