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

would

Hertha continued to entangle herself with him, she'd never find peace. Better to cut

her

wanted, yet a wave of profound

give up on Alaric had been painful at the moment, but time had dulled the

start over only to give up again, the sense of loss and

held her

reminding herself that it was no big deal. It was just one guy. Sure, it's hard to find a three-legged frog, but good men? They're a dime a

well that Hertha's parents were also home right across the hall from him, but without the DNA test results, he lacked the courage

on the couch, Remington

frowned but answered,

don't sound too upbeat. What's wrong, work wearing you out?"