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.

Remington exclaimed, his voice laden

you suggesting, Grandpa?" Alaric sensed his grandfather's disapproval and stopped his pleading

a family. If not, then you're free to pursue Hertha,"

you say?" Remington's

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

a mix

fight her for the

the existence of his and

the Falconer family knew about the children, their fate would no longer be in his and Hertha's

dilemma, he had to

you say?" Remington was taken aback, shaking with emotion

I'm not marrying

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

looked incredulously at Beatrice. Seeing his look of

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