The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 945
Thalassa couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as she gently pinched Elowen’s chubby cheeks, “Mommy will be back soon, don’t
worry.”
“Ms. Everhart, let me drive you,” Fitch offered politely as he stepped forward.
“No need, you stay and look after the kids. The chauffeur can take me,” Thalassa replied.
“The chauffeur took Lysander to the airport today; he’s on a business trip,” Fitch informed her.
Lysander was on a business trip?
Thalassa didn’t know a thing about it. A self-mocking smile curled at the edge of her lips. She wasn’t anyone of importance to
Lysander; why would he inform her of his whereabouts?
What did it matter if he was on a trip? Was there a need to tell her?
She didn’t even have the right to know.
“What about the children?” Thalassa was uneasy.
“There are plenty of staff in the house, so they’ll be fine,” Fitch assured her.
“Alright then,” Thalassa conceded to Fitch’s offer. If she had to make her own way, it would take a long time, and she had just
started to regain some strength; her body was still weak and wouldn’t hold up for long walks.
“Mommy, come back soon, we’ll be waiting,” a tender little voice called out.
Thalassa turned back and found the four little ones standing in a line at the entrance, their eyes filled with anticipation, gazing at
her.
Seeing this, Thalassa felt a poignant blend of sorrow and compassion.
Back when she and Evelyn were taking care of the children, they never had such anxious looks in their eyes. Even if she had to
be away for a couple of days, the children never showed such fear.
Living with Lysander, they had all the comforts and staff to look after them, yet they felt a profound lack of security.

Their fearful, anxious eyes nearly broke Thalassa’s heart.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Thalassa smiled at them, “Okay, Mommy will be back as soon as possible. Go inside and
play.” With that, she and Fitch headed towards the car.
The kids didn’t turn back into the house but continued to stand there, small faces filled with longing and reluctance, watching as
their mother got into the car.
As Fitch started the engine, Thalassa looked back through the rear glass to see the children still standing at the door, watching
her car drive away.
A tear pricked at the corner of her eye as she felt, more than ever, that the children were not as happy as they used to be when
they were by her side.
The once lively and cheerful little ones now had fear in their eyes.
Security wasn’t something that could be provided by comfortable living conditions alone; it needed to be nurtured with sufficient
love.
It wasn’t until Thalassa’s car vanished from sight that the four little ones looked at each other, disheartened, and slowly walked
back inside.
Today was Bruce’s discharge day from the hospital.
After a scuffle with Lysander’s bodyguards, Bruce had spent several days in recovery and was finally well enough to leave.
The nurse came over to remind him, “Bruce, you’ve had blood transfusions during your last couple of visits to our hospital.
According to our policy, patients who’ve received transfusions need to have a family member come in to donate blood to ensure
our blood bank remains stocked.” /
Bruce was puzzled, “Wasn’t the blood I received last time donated by Thalassa?”
He had lost a lot of blood previously when Evelyn had cracked his head open with a chair, and it was Thalassa who had brought
him to the hospital.
“Thalassa? She’s type B, and you’re type O. How could she donate blood for you?” The nurse, who had been the same one to
attend to Bruce and handle his transfusion, replied.

She remembered the details well, especially since the woman who claimed to be Bruce’s daughter, Thalassa, had a different
blood type.
“What did you say? Thalassa is type B?” Bruce exclaimed.