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

was coming back from a KFC run when she saw Hertha, one hand on her hip, the other twisting Alaric's ear while

over, pulling Hertha away, "Hertha, let

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

me handle

not taking any responsibility! Acting like you're some kind of lowlife. I'm glad my daughter didn't

old and new grievances against

Hertha to him, but then he had a child

he was messing with

tone, "Kimberly, listen, it was an accident, I just wanted to take the kids

snapped. She used to not mind Alaric calling her that, but now

paused, knowing Kimberly was

attempts at charm would only disappoint