From across the room, Alaric's voice came through the phone, laced with impatience, "Georgia, have you lost your mind? Why on earth are you calling me now?"

He was utterly fed up with Georgia.

Despite his clear disinterest, shown by his constant rejection of her calls, Georgia persisted in dialing his number relentlessly.

His annoyance knew no bounds!

However, when Georgia faced a sudden mishap, Alaric, surprisingly, picked up the phone.

But Georgia quickly regained her composure and got straight to the point, "Hertha has gone and bumped Alar's head hard enough to crack it open. How vile must one be to lay hands on a child! Alaric, if you don't intervene now, I'm calling the cops this instant to have her arrested for assault!"

Georgia had the audacity to twist the facts and blow the situation out of proportion, painting herself as the victim when in reality, she was the spiteful

replaced by a calm resolve. "Where are you? I'm on my way," he said, his voice

knowing full well that the mention of Hertha was the

Alar to be his son, Alaric had remained

to even see

the picture,

of rejection, but her frustration and indignation were far

herself as family

come. When Alaric hurried over, weaving through the crowded mall to a quieter corner, he found Hertha and Georgia. The two women were seated on a bench,

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