The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Her little cheeks puffed out slightly, her big, sparkling eyes fixed on Hertha, making her look like an adorable doll that almost melted Hertha's heart.

She didn't want to let the kids down, but things were way beyond her control.

Hertha couldn't just spill the beans to her; she had to play the long game.

She said, "He suddenly had to take care of some urgent business; he's gone on a trip and it'll be a while before he's back. As for when, even Mommy doesn't know."

Listening to Hertha spin her tales, Kimberly sighed deeply, "What a mess, I wonder how you'll sort this one out?"

Kimberly had lowered her expectations to just wishing Hertha would get married, but now, it seemed like Hertha couldn't even start her own family.

"Mom, let's not show the kids this kind of negativity," Hertha gently reminded Kimberly.

"Alright, alright, do whatever you want; I'm out!" Kimberly stood up, waving her hand dismissively as she headed to the kitchen, looking utterly exhausted.

Hertha, even she couldn't accept a

in favor of Hertha marrying Alaric, but who knew Alaric would turn out

to entangle herself with him, she'd never find peace. Better to cut the ties

her mother's stance, Hertha understood that her mother had given

what she had wanted, yet a wave of profound sorrow hit

painful at the moment, but time had dulled the

the ups and downs with Alaric, thinking they could start over only to give up again,

her breath,

that it was no big deal. It was just one guy. Sure, it's hard to

home right across the hall from

sat down on the couch,

but

wrong, work wearing you out?"