The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha gave a vague answer and turned to leave.

"Why are you so determined to hide them? Afraid I'll take the kids?" Alaric didn't follow her, instead standing his ground.

A chill ran down Hertha's spine, her heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly stopped.

She could run, she could deny it, but Alaric's question hit a nerve, like stepping on her tail.

Her instinct to flee was firmly suppressed, forcing her to face reality.

Her grip on the two children tightened, her breathing grew heavy. She gritted her teeth, turned around, and said with seriousness and caution, "I told you, they're not yours!"

"I just found one of Helena's hairs on you, do I need to get a DNA test?" Alaric lifted his left hand, pinching a fine hair between his finger and thumb.

At a glance, it wasn't clear, but upon closer inspection, it was indeed a hair. Hertha's own hair was still growing back, covered by a teal wig.

But the hair in Alaric's hand was black and long! It couldn't be anyone's but Helena's.

of resistance crumbled. Angrily she retorted, "Alaric, I will never

can't be apart from them." Alaric understood Hertha's fears. Hertha was Thalassa's best friend, and she had witnessed firsthand how devastated Thalassa was when the Sinclair family took her child. Hertha was terrified of feeling

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