The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Alaric felt a wave of uncertainty wash over him.

"Fine! Georgia, if he's not my son, I never want to see you again!" Alaric agreed to go through with the DNA test. He wanted to settle this matter once and for all, both for himself and to let Georgia move on for good.

With that, Alaric was the first to leave the coffee shop, and Georgia hurriedly followed, clutching the child in her arms. Alaric drove while Georgia sat in the back with the child. The ride to the hospital was silent.

At the hospital, Alaric had his blood drawn first. When it was the child's turn, the little one burst into tears, unable to stop crying. Georgia could barely hold him.

Seeing this, something tugged at Alaric's heart. He took the child from Georgia's arms and held him, letting the boy sit on his lap. He tried to soothe him, "Come on, little man, it's just a small prick. Don't be scared."

The little boy looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears, a sight so pitiful it was hard to bear.

Alaric almost decided to call it off when suddenly, he remembered how happy Helena and Julian would call him daddy, how they too would cuddle up in his arms, all soft and adorable.

If he showed compassion now, what about Helena and Julian? They had just found out he was their dad. Was he going to let them lose a father again? That would be too cruel!

With this thought, Alaric no longer considered the little boy's feelings and stretched his arm towards the nurse to have the blood drawn. The child didn't resist, but when the needle pierced his skin, he flinched violently. Alaric held him firmly, and the child's cries filled the room.

Georgia tried to comfort from the side, "Don't be scared, Alar, it'll be over soon. Shh... Don't cry..."Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Thankfully, the nurse finished

quickly, and Alaric pressed a cotton ball on the prick. Once the bleeding stopped, he tossed the cotton bal away and handed the child back to Georgia. "Let's go. We'll have the results in two days."

Saying so, Alaric led the way. Georgia, holding the child, quickly followed. "Alaric, do you know why I was at the city hall this afternoon?"

"I don't have the time to care!" Alaric responded without looking back.

Georgia frowned but still shared, "The city hall isn't just for marriage licenses; it's also where you register a child's birth. I went there to

register Alar. He's been with ine

official documents since birth, making hospital visits a nightmare."

"I've been holding off on registering him, hoping he could carry your last name, be part of your family registry. But you seem so opposed to me, he it feels like we'll never marry. But the kid's growing, and how can he go on without documents? Reluctantly, I régistered him under my name, Reed..."

"It doesn't matter to me what his last name is!" Alaric got into his car.

Georgia approached, about to open the door and get in, but found it locked. Alaric started the car and drove off, leaving Georgia and the child behind.

Watching the car disappear, Georgia kicked the ground in frustration. "Alaric, you're the worst!"