The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

In this moment, Lysander felt a deep pang of sympathy for Thalassa. Thalassa hadn't done anything wrong, yet people always seemed eager to pin every blame on her shoulders. She was made to carry all the responsibility and the brunt of their accusations. Whether she was innocent or not, they never bothered to find out. Thalassa didn't deserve this burden; she hadn't done anything to warrant such weight. She could see the tenderness in Lysander's eyes, and knowing he understood was enough for her. She grasped Lysander's hand, her voice soft, "Your words mean everything to me."

She had no illusions about others understanding her; as long as Lysander did, as long as he cared, it was more than enough. The greatest misfortune in life is when those you care about don't reciprocate, and those you wish would understand you simply don't. But the greatest fortune is when those important to you care back; not only do they care, but they go out of their way for you. Even if the whole world fails to understand you, having that one person who deeply gets you is enough to stand against the world. In this moment, Thalassa felt that fortunate sense of being understood, feeling a surge of strength within her.

"Let's go grab some dinner, we've had a long day, time to treat ourselves," Thalassa said cheerfully, still holding Lysander's hand.

"Yeah," Lysander agreed.

As they sat down to eat, Lysander suddenly mentioned, "This Saturday, we could visit the kids at school."

"Really? That would be amazing!" Thalassa's face lit up, her eyes sparkling with uncontainable joy. She missed her four children dearly; it had been three years since they were all together. Though she saw Atticus recently, she was anxious about how the other three were doing.

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"Of course, it's true. Eat up, we need to get you a bit plumper, so the kids won't worry about you looking too thin," Lysander said, adding more food to Thalassa's plate.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Right, I need to bulk up a bit, gotta be in high spirits for the kids," Thalassa said, her mood lifted, her appetite returning.

Hertha returned home, opening the

door she cheerfully announced, "Julian, Helena, mommy's home..." She opened her arms, ready to embrace her two little bundles of joy running towards her. As her eyes adjusted, she realized the scene in front of her was different than expected. The two kids were surrounding a man on the floor, acting as their horse, taking turns to ride on his back.

"My turn, my turn, I want to go up!" Helena exclaimed excitedly, hopping around the man. As Julian slid off the man's back, Helena tried her best to climb up. Seeing her struggle, the man turned around, lending a hand to support her back, helping her onto his back. When he turned his face towards Hertha, he flashed a dazzling smile, his

charming fox-like eyes curving into

crescents. It was a bewitchingly

handsome look that could

mesmerize anyone.

"Hertha, you're back," Alaric greeted. Startled by Alaric's charming smile, Hertha momentarily lost her composure. Hearing him speak, she swiftly snapped back to reality.