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.

if my mom and I are dead or alive, and you're worried about

when she saw Hertha, one hand on her hip, the other twisting Alaric's ear while he bent over, neck stretched, offering no

Hertha

her grip and turned to see it was her mother, saying

me handle this,"

"What's wrong with you, not taking any responsibility! Acting like you're some kind of lowlife. I'm glad my

airing both old and new grievances

to marry Hertha to him, but then he had a child with

settled that score yet, and now he was

accident, I just wanted to take the kids out

to not mind

Kimberly was

attempts at charm would