The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Before Kimberly could even say a word, Hertha set down her bowl and chopsticks, her gaze locking onto Alaric with a mix of seriousness and solemnity.

"Alaric, some things in life aren't just about what you want. It's not that simple."

Alaric and Georgia already had a child together, and their families were entangled in mutual interests.

Alaric wasn't keen on marrying Georgia, but the Falconers were all for it, seeing Georgia as a pillar of support for Alaric's career.

If there were no child between Georgia and Alaric, Hertha could still deceive herself into believing that letting go of the past could open a door to a future with Alaric.

But now, Georgia's child wasn't just a reminder of Alaric's past but a tie to his entire future.

Hertha didn't want to spend her life tangled in such complications.

The thought of future disputes gave Hertha a headache.

She made her stance clear; there was no future for her and Alaric. She couldn't accept him having a child with another woman.

Alaric, initially eager to explain himself to Kimberly, saw his charm fade away upon hearing Hertha's words. His usually flirtatious eyes now carried a weight of sadness.

His voice weakened, "Hertha, won't you even give me a chance?"

Kimberly, having overheard their conversation, understood the crux of their conflict.

This time, Hertha wasn't exaggerating, nor was she wronging Alaric.

Just as Hertha couldn't accept Alaric's situation, Kimberly found herself unable to accept it too.

Kimberly, who had been amiable

moments ago, lost all appetite upon hearing the discord between Hertha and Alaric. Dropping her utensils, she said, "If my cooking's not to your taste, feel free to eat out."

"Mom..." Hertha tried to protest as Kimberly stood up, dragged her from the chair, and pushed her towards the door, insisting, "Eat out. The chefs at the restaurants do @much better job."

After pushing Hertha to the door, Kimberly turned back to push Alaric, "Go on, both of you, it'll be good..."

Before Kimberly could reach him, Alaric stood up, politely saying, "Alright, I'll take Hertha out. Enjoy your meal. Don't worry about the kids..." "The kids are my grandchildren, I'll take care of them," Kimberly cut him off, asserting her role.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Alaric said no more, headed to the door, and gestured for Hertha to follow.

Hertha looked back at Kimberly, hoping her mother might change her mind and ask her to stay. Instead, Kimberly waved her off, signaling her to leave.

Understanding her mother's intention for her to have a private talk with Alaric, Hertha gave up any further protest and turned to leave.

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Downstairs, Hertha walked briskly, with Alaric quickly catching up to her, whispering, "Which restaurant should we pick? You know the area better, just lead the way."

Hertha rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, "Why bother eating? Let's just find a place to sit down and talk things through."