The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric was pacing back and forth, a storm brewing within him. He had been clinging to the hope that Georgia was playing tricks, that the child couldn't possibly be his. But reality had just slapped him hard in the face!

Hertha had already stopped forgiving him. Finding out about his son would be the final nail in the coffin for their relationship!

As Alaric stewed in his frustration, his abandoned phone on the sofa started ringing again. Glancing over, the sight of Georgia's name flashing on the screen ignited a fiery rage within him. With gritted teeth and a swift bend, he powerfully shut the phone off.

The ringing ceased, and a haunting silence took over. But Alaric's turmoil was far from quieted.

After sulking around the house for a bit, as the evening sky darkened, there came a noise at the door. Lifting his head slightly, Alaric saw the door swing open and a figure step in.

It was Ethan Crawley, tall and dashingly handsome, with a smirk dancing on his lips. He nonchalantly flicked on the light switch, "Alaric, what are you up to? It's dark as heck in here, why no lights?"

the room, Alaric squinted, shielding his eyes from the sudden brightness. In a defeated tone, he asked, "Ethan Crawley, what

him to bring us!" That's when Remington and Beatrice stepped forward from behind

out of his gloom, "Grandpa,

annoyance, "We're here to see our great-grandchildren! Where are

the moon with joy. He wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if

Hearing Remington's words, Alaric

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Alaric started to panic, "No, Grandpa, I just told you about them, I didn't mean for you to come

had promised Hertha that he wouldn't fight her for the children. If his grandparents knew where the kids were, they'd surely rush to bring them into the Falconer family fold. Just imagining Hertha's despair at that prospect was enough