The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Alaric quickly stepped in front of Hertha. "Thalassa is out cold right now, and it's her head that's injured. We shouldn't disturb her; it could be dangerous."

Hertha found her path blocked by Alaric's arm. Unable to get by, she tilted her body to get a better look at Thalassa. She saw that Thalassa's forehead was wrapped in gauze, her eyes closed, completely motionless.

Hertha strained her memory, trying to piece together what had happened.

All she remembered was drinking at a bar with Thalassa, and after getting drunk, Thalassa had helped her into the car.

Beyond that, Hertha's memory was a blank. She couldn't remember a thing.

Looking at Alaric, her expression filled with confusion and worry, she asked, "What happened exactly?"

Hertha's intense, worried gaze made Alaric shift his eyes away, feeling guilty and evasive. He stuttered, "I got the household registration book."

"What, you got the household registration book?" Hertha was shocked, gripping Alaric's sleeve excitedly. "How did you get it? Wait, I'm asking about Thalassa. What happened to her, not the household registration book."

Just as Hertha was about to press for details, she realized Alaric was dodging the question. Her nerves tensed, and she asked sternly, "What happened?"

"I got the household registration book. I was so thrilled I rushed to find you and wasn't watching my speed. I hit your car," Alaric blurted out the cause of the accident, bracing himself.

"What, you were the one who injured Thalassa like this?" Hertha was stunned, her breathing erratic as she grabbed Alaric's sleeve and started hitting him. "You jerk, why did you hit us?"

Alaric didn't fight back, letting her hit him, silent throughout.

After a while, Hertha, out of breath and exhausted, stopped hitting him. "Why didn't you dodge?"

Alaric's eyes, usually bright, were downturned. "It's my fault. I deserve it."

Hertha's lips quivered, and tears swiftly filled her eyes. She dived into Alaric's arms, sobbing, "You jerk, you disappeared without a word, and then you come back and hit us! Do you know why I was drinking? Jerk, did you think it was easy for me to trust you?"

Amidst her tears, Hertha voiced her grievances.

Before sobering up, her heart felt unbearably heavy.

And after sobering up, it felt as if her heart was stung by a bee.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I was undercover with the Falconer family for four days to get that household registration book. I was so excited after getting it, I ended up hitting your car. Thank God you're both okay, or I'd never forgive myself," Alaric's voice was hoarse with guilt, comforting Hertha as he held her.

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Hertha cried in his arms, letting out all her pent-up feelings. After a while, she asked with a sniffle, "What did the doctor say?"

Even though she was relieved Alaric was back, Hertha was more worried about Thalassa.

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Hertha felt reassured, straightened up, and pushed Alaric away, "I'm going to check on Thalassa."

She walked over to Thalassa's

bedside quietly, carefully observing her. Seeing that Thalassa seemed to be in a stable condition, she let out a huge sigh of relief.

"What would you like to eat? I'll go get it," Alaric offered softly.

It was already late evening, around seven or eight, and neither Hertha nor Thalassa had had dinner. Surely they were starving by now.

"Just something light," Hertha replied.

"Alright, I'll be back in a jiffy," Alaric said before leaving the room.

Hertha sat by Thalassa's bed, keeping vigil.

Thinking about Thalassa's situation made her feel incredibly sympathetic and protective.