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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, | 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.

Apang of 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 forbade her from seeing them. And with all her energy focused on caring for Lysander, she hadn't had the chance to fight for her right to see them.

Hearing Elowen's name, Hertha asked with a mix of curiosity and complaint, "Thalassa, does Zephyr really not allow you to see your children even once?"

Thalassa's lashes fluttered down as she nodded.

"That's cruel! He won't let you see your children or let them see hej mother? Isnit ha asraithey'l resent kateient ey grow up?" Hertha was indignant on Thalassa's behalf. Please read the original content at .

"| heard from David that Zephyr sent

the kids to a military-st le boarding | ool, Theyre Hot Bowed to just

come and go," Thalassa replied.

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"What? To a boarding school so young? Those places are tough. Can the kids handle it?" Hertha was deeply sympathetic.

"David mentioned that Lysander grew up in a military school as well." Thalassa only knew about her children's lives through David's updates.

"So, Zephyr is grooming your kids just like he did to Lysander. Looks like he does care about them in his ewan way. But kegping youtiom them is jdstltos cruel to both you and the kids. Maybe once Lysander wakes up, you'll have a chance at a family reunion. After all, Lysander can stand up to Zephyr," Hertha mused. Please read the original content at .

Then, as if struck by a sudden idea, Hertha exclaimed, "Wait, | know how we can get Lysander the best treatment!"