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.

you're worried about your dignity!" The more Hertha thought about it, the tighter

saw Hertha, one hand on her hip, the other twisting Alaric's ear while he bent

pulling Hertha away, "Hertha, let

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

know, let me

wrong with you, not taking any responsibility! Acting like you're some kind of

old and new

Hertha to him, but

hadn't settled that score yet, and now he was messing with Hertha's kids.

a soothing tone, "Kimberly, listen, it was an accident, I

up, don't call me Kimberly!" Kimberly snapped. She used to not mind Alaric calling her that, but now it felt

Kimberly was genuinely

at charm would only