The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet

Hertha's eyes flickered with irritation at the mention of Georgia. Hearing that name, she couldn't help but feel angry.

Who would be so cruel as to hire a child from an orphanage, pretending he was Alaric's son, just to blackmail Alaric into marrying her? How deep were Georgia's feelings for Alaric that she would resort to such desperate measures to become his wife?

And what about Alaric? Was he truly oblivious to the fact that the boy wasn't his son, or was he just playing dumb in front of her? Hertha's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. She couldn't see through Georgia's actions or even begin to guess at Alaric's thoughts. But she was naturally lazy when it came to overthinking. If she couldn't figure out what Alaric was thinking, she wouldn't bother trying. "Alright, I've got it. You go get some rest. We should all head to bed," Hertha said, avoiding Alaric's gaze and moving towards the children. "Mummy, please don't send Daddy away," Helena pleaded, tugging at Alaric's sleeve with her big, doe-like eyes filled with reluctance.

She hadn't had enough time with her daddy yet.

Alaric knew when to take his leave gracefully. Hertha's last words to him were polite and reasonable.

It was indeed getting late, and the kids had their bedtime routines. He couldn't keep them up any longer.

Alaric squatted down to be eye-level with Helena, speaking gently, "Daddy will come back tomorrow to play with you. You need to be a good little angel, listen to Mummy and Grandma, take your bath, and go to bed early. When you wake up, Daddy will be here to spend time with you, okay?"

Daughters always had a way with their fathers. Helena, who had been hesitant to let Alaric go, nodded obediently, "Okay, Daddy, we have a deal. You have to come tomorrow."

Looking into her innocent, tender eyes filled with love for him, Alaric felt his heart soften like never before.

He smiled warmly, gently pinching Helena's chubby cheek, "I promise, darling."

Helena extended her pinky finger towards him.

Alaric, puzzled, looked at her.

She took his large hand in hers, linking their pinkies together, and then pressed their thumbs together, sealing the promise, "Pinky swear, a hundred years, no backsies."

Alaric couldn't help but laugh at her childlike sincerity.

He ruffled Helena's hair once more, gave Julian a gentle pat on the head, then stood up, said his goodbyes to Hertha and Kimberly, and left.

Hertha, about to lead the kids to

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their room, noticed the way their innocent, youthful eyes followed Alario's departing figure, filled with longing.

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She had never seen them look at anyone with such intensity before.

Indeed, the yearning for a father's presence was strong in children.

It looked like Alaric would have to become a daily visitor.

The thought of facing Alaric every day made Hertha uneasy.

She had just uncovered a truth and was unsure how to confront Alaric about it. Now, faced with the prospect of seeing him daily, she was worried. Known for not keeping secrets well, she feared she might lose her composure and confront Alaric directly.

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