The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1547

The moment she spotted him, sitting near the entrance in the most conspicuous booth, Alaric!

His charming face was a magnet for eyes, and Hertha recognized him instantly!

Her breath hitched, she quickly grabbed her children's hands, her heart pounding, holding her breath, silently and swiftly moving forward!

As she walked, she silently prayed, please don't see me, Alaric, please don't notice me!

How naive she had been, thinking Ethan would discuss work without bringing Alaric. Didn't she realize that Alaric, being the project director, would definitely be involved in such major design decisions?

Luckily, Alaric was drinking his coffee, his gaze obscured, not looking towards the entrance.

Hertha, with her children, made a nerve-wracking escape from the, not yet sighing in relief when she looked up to see two figures approaching!

A middle-aged couple, heads down, chatting and laughing, heading toward the restaurant.

Oh no, it was Hertha's mother and father!

Despite three years of absence, how could she not recognize her own parents?

Her steps halted, holding her children's hands, frozen, as she watched the approaching pair. Now, where could she hide?

The elderly couple, still sharing a laugh, suddenly noticed the two adorable children ahead.

Kimberly, her heart swelling with affection, gazed at the cherubic little ones, saying, “Oh, look at those children, darling. That boy, he looks just like our Hertha did as a child.”

Hertha turned swiftly, but Kimberly excitedly called out, “Hertha, is that you... uh...”

Kimberly couldn’t finish her sentence before Hertha suddenly stepped forward, covering her mouth.

“What are you doing, you...” Ashton, thinking his wife was in danger, was about to take a swing at Hertha.

Hertha lifted her eyes, panic-stricken, and whispered to Ashton, “Dad, it’s me, shh, please keep it down...”

“Mommy!” Julian and Helena ran to Hertha’s side, clutching at her jeans, their young brows furrowed in confusion and fear, glaring defensively at Ashton.

Meanwhile, back in the restaurant, Alaric set down his cup, casually digging at his ear with a finger, puzzled, “Did anyone else hear someone outside calling for Hertha, and kids calling for mommy...”