The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha was still shaken, her heart pounding in her chest.

How could she survive if the kids were really gone?

Alaric, that unreliable man, why couldn't he ever get his act together?

He had the audacity to take the kids away without telling anyone, clearly trying to upset her.

"Ouch, ouch, Hertha, let go..." Alaric winced as he stood up from his chair, hunched over in pain, his face contorted as he pleaded with Hertha.

Hertha had a grip on his ear just like his mother used to do.

Hertha didn't immediately let go, instead, she huffed, "Think you'll do that again?"

"Never, never, just let go. Everyone's watching, don't I get any dignity?" Alaric glanced around at the onlookers enjoying the show, feeling even more embarrassed.

and I are dead or alive, and you're worried about your dignity!" The more Hertha thought about it, the tighter she twisted his ear. "Ahhh..." Alaric grimaced in

hip, the other twisting Alaric's ear while he bent over, neck stretched,

hurried over, pulling Hertha away, "Hertha, let him

and turned to see it was

know, let me

as she scolded Alaric, "What's wrong with you, not taking any responsibility! Acting like you're some kind of lowlife. I'm glad my daughter didn't marry you what would we have done

venting, airing both old and

had once hoped to marry Hertha to him, but then he

and now he was messing with Hertha's kids. Kimberly

an accident, I just wanted to take the kids out for something they'd

She used to not mind Alaric calling her that, but now it felt

Kimberly was

charm would only disappoint her