The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

The child shuddered in fear, freezing in place before his lips trembled and tears streamed down his face without a sound, sobbing in a most pitiful and humble manner.

Angelina herself was taken aback by Georgia's sudden outburst of anger, feeling the child stiffen in her arms. She quickly began to pat his back soothingly.

"Why on earth would you lash out at a child like that?" she scolded Georgia gently. "He was just trying to show some concern for you. How do you expect Alaric to come around if you can't keep your temper in check?"

Georgia's breaths came in heavy, ragged gulps, tears streaming down her face as she shot a resentful glance at the child. "You said having a child would bring him back to me," she said bitterly to Angelina. "But look at us now! He refuses to even acknowledge his own son!"

Georgia was at her wit's end, her anger fueled by a sense of helplessness.

"Patience, Georgia. Didn't you see how Alaric was visibly shaken just now? He's softening up but just too stubborn to admit it. Give it some time, and he'll come around," Angelina tried to reassure her, confident that Alaric still had a soft spot for his son, despite his current animosity towards Georgia. They had made a breakthrough with Alaric; it was only a matter of time before he would accept Georgia and their child.

But as for Hertha, they needed to stir up a little more trouble to keep her from warming up to Alaric.

Exhausted, Hertha returned from her shopping trip, her day having turned sour.

She had hoped to witness the bustling success of Thalassa's exhibit but had instead come back feeling disgruntled.

Upon entering her home, the cheerful babble of children greeted her, their innocent voices a balm to her weary heart.

Looking into the living room, she

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spotted two adorable tots seated e

a foam play mat, engrossed in building with blocks, completely oblivious to her arrival.

And there was Kimberly, lounging on the couch, absorbed in her smartphone.

This peaceful scene immediately lifted Hertha's spirits.

Her face, previously clouded with worry, brightened as she exclaimed softly, "My darlings, mommy's home! Come give mommy a hug!"

Rushing to her children like a

penguin, Hertha scooped them up in

her arms, showering them with

kisses that were sweet and filled with the scent of milk, utterly intoxicating.

Ah, the simple joy of cuddling her children!

Hertha's gloom was dispelled entirely by their affectionate embrace.

"Mommy, where did you go? We missed you," Helena asked, peering up at Hertha with wide, curious eyes that seemed to sparkle with stars, melting her heart all over again.

Hertha smiled tenderly, "Mommy went shopping."

"Back from shopping empty-handed? Did you run into Alaric again?" Kimberly asked, her insightful gaze landing on Hertha.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Noticing Hertha's troubled expression upon arrival, as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, Kimberly knew something was up.