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.

thought of her 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 on caring for Lysander, she hadn’t

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

fluttered down as she nodded.

your children or let them see their mother? Isn’t he afraid they’ll

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

tough. Can the kids handle it?” Hertha

military school as well.” Thalassa

care about them in his own way. But keeping you them is just too cruel to both you and the kids.

by a sudden idea, Hertha exclaimed, “Wait, I know how

funk and

visit Dr. Funke.”

won’t even give us

to sign some contract or something? We can just go

leave this to me,” Hertha proclaimed, her indignation fueling her

Falconer Group,

who you’re here to see?” Every corporate receptionist

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

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

have an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her expression stern, leaving no room for flexibility.

I need an appointment to see an old

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

her rising

so high–and–mighty that he

so she held it in.

“Sorry, let me just give him a

had for three years, Hertha scrolled to Alaric’s number.