The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Chapter 1839

From across the room, Alaric's voice came through the phone, laced with impatience, "Georgia, have you lost your mind? Why on earth are you calling me now?"

He was utterly fed up with Georgia.

Despite his clear disinterest, shown by his constant rejection of her calls, Georgia persisted in dialing his number relentlessly.

His annoyance knew no bounds!

However, when Georgia faced a sudden mishap, Alaric, surprisingly, picked up the phone.

But Georgia quickly regained her composure and got straight to the point, "Hertha has gone and bumped Alar's head hard enough to crack it open. How vile must one be to lay hands on a child! Alaric, if you don't intervene now, I'm calling the cops this instant to have her arrested for assault!" Hearing this, Hertha was flabbergasted. Georgia had the audacity to twist the facts and blow the situation out of proportion, painting herself as the victim when in reality, she was the spiteful one.

At the mention of Hertha's name, Alaric's irritation vanished, replaced by a calm resolve. "Where are you? I'm on my way," he said, his voice firm and composed.

Georgia sneered internally, knowing full well that the mention of Hertha was the only reason Alaric would show up.

Despite Georgia sending Alaric the paternity test results, proving Alar to be his son, Alaric had remained distant, unwilling to accept them, let alone meet with her.

His reluctance to even see her was evident.

But now, with Hertha in the picture, he was quick to respond.

Georgia couldn't deny the sting of rejection, but her frustration and indignation were far stronger.

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Unwilling to concede defeat, Georgia gave Alaric the address and hung up decisively, confident he would come. When Alaric hurried over, weaving through the crowded mall to a quieter corner, he found Hertha and Georgia. The two women were seated on a bench, Hertha sitting upright, her gaze fixed on the child in Georgia's arms. The toddler, a little over two years old, had stopped crying but his face was still streaked with tears.

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Georgia, holding the child, deliberately avoided looking at Hertha, as if beneath her notice.

Seeing this, Alaric quickly approached, his first words filled with concern, "Hertha, are you alright?"This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He had rushed over, slightly out of breath.

Hertha stood up, intending to step toward him but then reconsidering their awkward situation.

Stepping forward seemed too

forward; stepping back, too

calculated. So, she stood her ground and said, "The kid's got a huge bump on his forehead. I suggested a hospital visit, but Georgia refused."

"It was you who did it on purpose!" Georgia accused as she stood up, her voice filled with emotion.