Hertha tiptoed over to her mom with a pleasing smile, wrapping her arm around hers. "Mom, he had to take off early. Remember I mentioned he had some things to handle?" But inside, she was muttering under her breath, Alaric, that unlucky dude, is definitely not my boyfriend.

Right now, he might have stormed out, working at the Crawley Group, but once things settle down, he's expected to take over the family fortune. And the catch? Marrying Georgia!

Raised in luxury, Alaric isn't cut out for a life of simplicity and struggle. He's just not tired of the struggle yet. Once he's had enough, he'll go crawling back to the Falconer family and into his mother's plans. Hertha had seen this storyline unfold in countless TV shows. Never trust a man, born and raised in opulence, to adapt to a simple, ordinary life for the sake of love.

That's why Hertha wasn't buying Alaric's current confession of love. It was too risky, potentially costing her own happiness and peace of mind. Ever since becoming a mother, the rose-colored glasses of love had gradually lifted from her eyes.

Spencer looked over at Hertha, surprised. He knew the "boyfriend" they were discussing was Alaric. Hertha had always been resistant to Alaric. It was surprising that in such a short time since their meeting, they had progressed to a romantic relationship.

Emmeline at the restaurant and found out that Hertha and he were not really married, Alaric must have sought

win her over, without success, while she had fallen for Alaric in less than a month. Clearly, she couldn't let go of Alaric, and Spencer realized

With a gentle smile, he asked, "What about Julian and

and Helena were staying with their grandparents. Hertha was equally curious, having wanted to ask the same question but never

or downstairs playing fearing Alaric might bump

home with their granddad. They were napping when I left, and I didn't have the heart

Understanding dawned on Hertha,

she nodded in

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