The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Alaric had turned the house upside down, rifling through every drawer without finding a trace of the family register. His anxiety was mounting when his eyes landed on the safe in the corner of the room. Alaric knew his mother was always cautious, safeguarding their most vital documents meticulously.

Considering the family register was an essential item, could it be locked away in the safe?

Without hesitation, Alaric decided to try his luck with the safe. He first entered his sister Angelina's birthday as the code, but it was wrong. Next, he tried using his father's birthday, but no luck there either.

Could it be his own birthday?

As Alaric was about to enter his birthdate, the room door swung open abruptly, flooding the room with light and catching him off-guard.

"Alaric, what are you up to?" Angelina's voice was laced with tension.

Startled, Alaric turned to see his mother striding toward him, her presence overwhelming.

Straightening up and abandoning his attempt to crack the safe, Alaric tried to play it cool: "Mom..."

Angelina, ignoring his initial attempt at conversation, approached the safe, reset the failed attempt, and turned to Alaric with a stern look. "What's this, Alaric? You go off and live on your own for a while and come back picking up bad habits from those troublemakers, learning to steal now?"

Feeling the weight of her words, Alaric's frustration bubbled to the surface. "Mom, show some respect. What do you mean 'troublemakers'? And what's this about me picking up bad habits? Can't you speak without being so harsh?"This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Me, harsh?" Angelina pointed at herself incredulously, letting out a cold laugh. "Am I the harsh one, or have you just turned your back on us for someone else? You came back with the intention of stealing from us, didn't you? I was wondering why you suddenly showed up. I thought maybe you'd reconciled with Georgia and arranged for you two to meet, but you kept dodging it. I knew something was up!"

Fuming, Angelina continued, "Tell me, what did that Hertha ask you to steal from us this time to satisfy her greed?"

Alaric's face darkened in defense of Hertha. "Don't talk about her like that. She's not what you think. You were the one who insulted her with money, causing her to leave so abruptly. I haven't even brought it up to grandma and grandpa yet, and here you are trying to muddy the waters."

"I insulted her? She seemed pretty happy taking the money!" Angelina retorted, escalating the argument.

"If it's not money she sent you for, then what?" Angelina suddenly asked, more seriously.

Alaric, visibly aggravated, responded, "Stop insulting me by insinuating I'm stealing. I was merely taking what belongs to me as a part of this family."

Seeing his admission of intending to take something, Angelina opened the safe in anger, grabbed the contents, and confronted Alaric. "What is it that you want?"

The moment Alaric saw the dark red family register on top, the very thing he had been searching for days, his eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he grabbed the register.

"This is all I needed. I'm leaving now." Without waiting for a response, Alaric turned and quickly left.

Angelina, watching his hurry, froze for a second before a realization hit her.

"Alaric, stop right there!" she shouted after him.