The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha was at her wit's end, giving Kimberly a look that was loaded with discomfort. "Mom, please, just hear me out before you jump to conclusions."

"Alright, let's hear it then. I'm curious about what excuse you've conjured up this time," Kimberly said, her face dropping into a look of expectancy as she stared down Hertha.

Truth be told, Hertha and Alaric hadn't returned yet, and Kimberly had a hunch, which is why she had asked Hertha for the marriage certificate, clinging onto a sliver of hope. But now, seeing Hertha's helpless expression, Kimberly's fleeting hope vanished into thin air.

Her daughter had returned alone, not with Alaric. Clearly, there was a significant issue.

Knowing she could no longer hide the truth, Hertha glanced at her father standing sternly behind Kimberly, waiting for her to continue.

With a heavy sigh, Hertha said, "Alaric... he's had a child with another woman..."

"What!" Kimberly gasped, her eyes widening in shock, her whole body freezing.

problem but

another woman and then claim he wanted to provide a complete family for his and Hertha's child? Ridiculous! "That bastard, I swear, when I see him, he's going to

he had thought maybe his daughter was just being

it turned out, she'd run

to do now?" Kimberly, coming back to her senses, found it hard to accept the reality and slumped into a nearby dining

in the toy room, burst through the door, scurrying over with their little legs, calling out with

two little

looked up at her

innocent eyes. Helena, with her chubby little face, asked in a soft voice,

looking for Alaric, and her bright,

wanting to ask

inquiry. He looked up and said, "Mommy, Grandma's Mac and Cheese was so yummy, we had a bowl already. There's still some left in the pot, you and daddy should have

her son warmed Hertha's heart. She knelt down to their level, gently touching their soft cheeks, fighting back