The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1469

The next morning, after finishing her breakfast, Thalassa received a call from Joshua Whitman.

"Go home for lunch today," Joshua said on the phone.

"Go home? To which home?" Thalassa asked, puzzled.

"Back to the Whitman family. Your sister's back in town, and Matilda too. They'd like to have lunch with you," Joshua replied with a seriousness that matched his words.

Her sister?

Rosalind Whitman?

The so-called sister Rosalind was the child Joshua had with his current wife, Matilda.

It had been three years since Thalassa and Joshua had recognized each other, and he had taken her to meet the Whitman family only once before, introducing her to this new set of relatives.

She suddenly had a half-sister and a half-brother – Joshua's children with other women, completely unrelated to her mother.

Thalassa was uncomfortable with this arrangement. Joshua had wanted her to live with the Whitman family, but she couldn't bear the thought of staying with strangers, especially when she wanted to devote herself to caring for Lysander. So she had declined Joshua’s offer and moved into Royal Estates.

"Please give them my regards. I really don't have time..." she began.

"You haven't seen them in a year. Do come by, won’t you? Leave Lysander with the staff at Royal Estates. It’ll be fine. Lunch is at noon, so don't be late," Joshua didn't leave any room for Thalassa to refuse, and hung up the phone.

Thalassa couldn’t argue.

After all, it was Joshua who had fought for her chance to care for Lysander.

Dressed in a fur coat, with flashy nails and a meticulous makeup, Matilda exuded a chilly elegance.

"Dad, I've heard you've been quite generous with Thalassa over the past few years. Can you even tell who your real daughter is?" Rosalind, usually graceful and refined, spoke with an edge of impatience.

She had only been abroad for a year of study, and in that time, her father seemed to have shifted all his affection to Thalassa, the newfound daughter.

Rosalind felt a bitter taste in her heart. She had always been her father's little princess, the sole recipient of his love, and now another woman had emerged to share what she felt was her exclusive right to his affection.

Rosalind was deeply unsettled.

"Don't worry, I won't take a penny from the Whitman family fortune," Thalassa entered, her expression cool and detached.