The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Hertha was freaked out as she said, “Thalassa, how did you end up actually getting locked up here?

You didn’t spread any rumors, and even if you did, surely it wouldn’t land you in here! Damn the

Sinclair group, I’m definitely going to give them a piece of my mind!”

Hertha was pissed off.

“Mom…”

“Mom…”

Atticus and Dorian saw Thalassa locked up; their little eyes were filled with tears, and it was breaking

their hearts.

Thalassa quickly comforted Atticus and Dorian by saying, “Mom’s tough, okay? This is just temporary.

Trust me, I’ll find a way to get out of here fair and square.”

“Okay!” Atticus nodded. He believed in his mom.

Dorian clung to Thalassa’s hand, rubbing his little face in her palm, whining, ‘Mom…”

Feeling Dorian’s soft touch, Thalassa felt warmth seeping into her heart.

She had felt sorry for herself, but hearing Dorian, she suddenly felt invigorated, not pitiful at all.

She was a mother, her kids still needed her.

If she broke down, what would happen to her kids?

As a mother, she had to stay strong!

No matter what, she couldn’t give in, she couldn’t back down.

She smiled and stroked Dorian’s little face as she said, “Dorian, you’re the big brother. You have to set

an example for your sisters. When we get home, you can’t cry or say that mom’s pitiful. Tell grandma

and your sisters that mom’s fine, just working overtime to earn money for yummy treats, okay?”

Dorian wiped his tears, pouting, trying not to cry, but he couldn’t control his emotions. Even though he

was trying to hold it in, his chin was trembling, and his eyes were filled with tears. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Seeing this, Thalassa couldn’t help but laugh, her face full of affection, “You can cry now, but when we

get home, you can’t.”

Hearing this, Dorian’s tears gushed out like a waterfall.

Atticus came forward, holding Darian’s tiny body in his arms, his small hand stroking Dorian’s head.

“Dorian, don’t cry. We have to believe in mom.”

Dorian nodded.

Looking at her two little ones, Thalassa’s eyes welled up. She then turned to Hertha and said, “Hertha,

I didn’t get locked up for spreading rumors. It was a problem with the Sinclair group’s fashion show, and

the internal design drawings were leaked to competitor.”

“So, they think you leaked the designs?” Hertha understood, her eyes wide with shock.

Thalassa nodded, and with a serious expression, she said, “I was framed. I suspect it’s the same

person who framed me with the

rumors.”

“What do we do now?’ Hertha was confused.

“Hertha, you go home first, If my mom asks, just tell her I’m working overtime,” Thalassa instructed.

‘But what about you.” Hertha was worried about her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to prove my innocence.” Thalassa’s voice was resolute.

Hertha and Thalassa had been good friends for many years, and she knew her well.

Seeing the determination and resolution in her eyes, she knew Thalassa had a plan.

So, she left with the two kids.

As Thalassa watched Hertha leave with the children, her eyes were downcast. The more she thought

about it, the more she believed the rumor and theft were connected, like a trap specifically set for her.