Chapter 525

Four little munchkins had come out too, without an adult in sight.

One by one, they waddled out like chubby little ducklings. Their short legs swung and heads bobbed in a way that was simply adorable.

As the four of them emerged, they noticed an imposing man in the room. Their reactions were varied.

Atticus, seeing Lysander, furrowed his baby brows into a knot, seemingly displeased.

Dorian, on the other hand, had a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he curiously and expectantly stared at the man, not daring to speak.

Elowen’s big round eyes sparkled like little stars when she saw him. Her soft baby voice excitedly exclaimed, “Hello, handsome mister! We meet again.”

Sophia, the shy one, hid behind Evelyn’s legs, peeking out at Lysander timidly.

Lysander took notice of the four little ones.

Atticus, who bore an uncanny resemblance to him, was like a mini version of Lysander.

A peculiar feeling arose in Lysander’s heart. It was strange yet intriguing.

Those were his children. It was fascinating what blood relations could do.

He looked at each child. Their faces were so familiar yet so foreign.

Aside from Atticus, he had met the rest before.

He had thought they were Hertha’s children, not expecting that the legendary quadruplets that everyone admired were his own!

“Ah, yes. We’ve met. But, I’m not someone.” Lysander’s deep voice slightly softened.

“Then, who are you?” Elowen asked, her little head tilting in confusion.

“I’m your dad.” Lysander replied.

“Huh?” Elowen was full of question marks, surprised, and curious.

The other three also looked at Lysander curiously with their innocent eyes.

Evelyn’s heart leaped to her throat when she heard Lysander confess that he was the father of the children. She was speechless with shock.

Was that real?

She looked at Thalassa questioningly.

At that moment, Elowen became everyone’s spokesperson, blinking her big eyes and asking Thalassa, “Mom, is he telling the truth?”

Elowen had heard her brothers say that their dad was alive and his name was Lysander.

But Elowen had never seen Lysander, nor did she know what he looked like.

To her, the man in front of her was a handsome mister, and not Lysander.

Thalassa glanced at each child’s face. They were all looking at her expectantly.

Evelyn was more anxious and afraid, looking at her questioningly..

Thalassa pursed her lips, “Yes, he’s your father. Look, doesn’t Atticus look just like him?”

Upon hearing that, three little heads simultaneously turned to look at Atticus, then back at Lysander.

The scene was cute and heartwarming.

Lysander noticed the bandage on Elowen’s forehead, where she had been hurt.

The little girl was pretty and spirited, and the liveliest of the four.

Seeing the bandage on her face was heart-wrenching.

Lysander’s heart clenched. There was a subtle pang of pain.

That feeling was something he’d never experienced before.

Thinking about the reason for Elowen’s injury, Lysander gritted his teeth.

He ordered David, waiting outside the door, in a deep voice, “Come in, and take the children to the car.”

David immediately came in with two bodyguards and headed straight for the children.

The sudden events alarmed Thalassa. She quickly stepped in front of the children and pleaded, “It’s too late now. The kids haven’t rested yet. Can they stay home for the night and leave tomorrow? I’ll go with you tomorrow as well.”