The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Indeed, a daughter is a father's little sunshine, always the most caring, always the one who knows how to ease his pain.

Alaric finally understood Lysander's bliss. With two daughters, Lysander was blessed with double the warmth, double the affection.

Gently, Alaric told Helena, "Daddy didn't get a shot but took some medicine. A very skilled lady used acupuncture on me and prescribed some herbal remedies, and I started feeling better quite soon."

"Daddy is a superhero; he gets better quickly when he's sick. Not like us, needing shots, taking medicine, and sometimes even using an inhaler." Julian was, after all, a young boy, with a heart that harbored a hero.

And naturally, this hero was none other than their own father.

Alaric looked at Julian and smiled.

Hertha watched the children cluster around Alaric, showering him with love, sticking close to him, clearly having missed him.

She didn't interrupt the interaction between the children and Alaric; instead, she walked over and sat down on a sofa nearby.

At that moment, Kimberly, donning an apron, emerged from the kitchen. She glanced at Alaric, surrounded by the children, and with a stern face, said to Hertha, "Hertha, come help me in the kitchen."

With that, she led the way to the kitchen, and Hertha followed.

Standing in the kitchen, Hertha looked around, seemingly unsure of what help was needed.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"What do you need help with?" she asked.

Kimberly, stirring a pot of soup with a ladle, vented, "Didn't you say you were done with him? Why have you brought him back home?"

The 'him' Kimberly referred to was, of course, Alaric.

Hertha immediately understood; Kimberly's real motive wasn't about needing help in the kitchen but rather to confront her.

"Mom, he's the father of the children, after all. The kids really missed him," Hertha explained.

"Have you considered, what if one

day he decides to put aside

whatever feelings he may have had for you and fights you for the children? What will you do then?" Kimberly shot her a glance

During this time, Kimberly had grown increasingly fond of the two children. Their sweet and sensible nature had deepened her affection for them. She adored the children.

And since they were her grandchildren, her love for them was even more profound.

She couldn't bear the thought of them being taken away by their biological father.

Hertha had employed a nanny to take care of the children before. But ever since Kimberly met Hertha and her children, Hertha had dismissed the nanny.

The nanny, upon leaving, was visibly reluctant, sharing many details about the children's preferences and habits.

As she left, she kept looking back at the children, showing her attachment.

At the time, Kimberly couldn't understand the nanny's feelings.

Now, she could relate completely.

It's human nature to fear losing what one is emotionally attached to.

Kimberly's words made Hertha realize that her mother shared her reluctance to part with the children.

"I've talked to him about this issue. He promised he wouldn't fight me for the children," Hertha said.

"Can you really trust his word?" Kimberly still wasn't convinced.

"He has no reason to lie to me," Hertha countered.

"That's just wishful thinking on his part. What if his family finds out about the two children you have with him? Can you guarantee they won't come for them? The Falconers are a prominent family. If they decide to fight you for custody, you might end up powerless, just like Thalassa," Kimberly warned Hertha, urging her to be cautious.

Just as she finished speaking, the doorbell rang. Someone was at the door.