The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric laid out the whole situation to Remington over the phone.

Silence fell on the other end.

Feeling anxious, Alaric probed, "Grandpa, are you still there?"

With a huff of frustration, Remington replied, "Alaric, I've got to ask, just how many hearts did you break in your youth? Tell me straight, aside from Georgia, how many other women have you had fleeting flings with? If we resolve this issue, another one's just going to pop up. It's never-ending!"

"Grandpa, you know those were just casual encounters, nothing serious..." Alaric's voice softened as he tried to coax some sympathy from his grandfather, hoping he could pull him out of this mess. Only his grandfather could help him now.

Taking a deep breath, Remington asked, "And the child, is it really yours and Georgia's?"

Alaric hesitated, admitting, "I'm not sure yet. We're waiting for the DNA test results."

"What are you planning to do if the child is yours?" Remington pressed.

"I don't know, Grandpa, that's why I need your help. I don't want to marry Georgia. I want to be with Hertha," Alaric confessed his dilemma.

that's your child!" Remington exclaimed, his voice laden

sensed his grandfather's disapproval and

child needs a family. If not, then you're free to pursue Hertha," Remington provided his verdict. "No way!" Alaric flatly

you say?" Remington's

my children, twins, over two years old now! If marry Georgia, what happens to Hertha and the kids? They

by a mix of defiance and

fight her

kept the existence of his and Hertha's twins a secret from the

children, their

own marital dilemma, he

was taken aback, shaking with

not

Kung up, tossed the phone onto the couch, and ran his hands through his hair in

at Beatrice. Seeing his look of astonishment,