The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Chapter 1841

Three years ago, she caught Alaric and Georgia in a moment of naked truth, tangled in sheets together. It was clear they had a connection. So, they had a child together. Wasn't that the natural progression of things?

Yet, she clung to a sliver of hope, fooling herself into believing the child in Georgia's arms wasn't Alaric's.

Was she in denial about Georgia, or was she still harboring fantasies about Alaric?

"Hertha, listen to me, the only child I acknowledge is ours..." Alaric pleaded, desperate to get his point across.

"Shut up!" Hertha snapped, her voice sharp as she glared at Alaric, teeth clenched in anger and anxiety. "Alaric, I will never have a child with you in this lifetime!"

With that, she shot Georgia a look and stormed off.

Alaric, that jerk, had the audacity to bring up their child in front of Georgia! Didn't he realize that was a secret she intended to keep buried?

If Georgia found out about her child with Alaric, she would undoubtedly spread the word to the Falconer family. And knowing the Falconers, they would stop at nothing to take her child away from her!

Angelina had made it crystal clear back then. Beatrice and Remington were so kind to her, merely because they wanted her to bear Alaric's children. As for the mother's place in the Falconer household, that was of no concern to them!

The situation between Hertha and Alaric was beyond repair.

At least for now, Alaric seemed to have a shred of decency, not to let slip the secret of their two children to the Falconers.

But if Georgia were to find out by accident, it wouldn't be long before the Falconer family caught wind of it.

She would lose her children and be left with nothing!

That was Hertha's worst nightmare.

She couldn't stay any longer, or Alaric might just reveal her secret.

As Hertha began to leave, Alaric hurried after her, "Hertha, please, don't be mad..."Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Her statement had been a ruse to

conceal the existence of their

children, and Alaric realized

that he nearly let their secolate

slip in

front of Georgia.

He was about to try and soothe things over with Hertha when someone grabbed his arm from behind.

"Alaric, the child is hurt, you can't just ignore that," Georgia implored urgently.

Alaric froze, watching Hertha walk

away. He sighed in frustration and turned back to face Georgia, casting a resentful glance at the child in her arms Why would you bring such a small child to a crowded place like this?"

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"We came to have some fun. It wasn't this crowded when we arrived. All these people showed up later," Georgia's tone softened after Hertha left. Her anger had been directed at Georgia alone.

Alaric took another look at the young boy in her arms, noticing his distinctive eyes and realizing the resemblance to himself.

The child, sensing Alaric's gaze, shrank back into Georgia's embrace, his eyes timid and fearful, a large bump visible on his forehead.

Alaric exhaled sharply, frustration

evident. "Hertha said she was taking

him to the hospital for a check-up. Why didn't you go? As his mother, can you be so indifferent to your child's well-being?"

Georgia bristled at the accusation, "Indifferent? If I didn't care, would I have given birth to him and raised him? Alaric, can't you see I'm trying?"