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!"

the facts and blow the situation out of proportion, painting herself as the victim

Alaric's irritation vanished, replaced by a calm resolve. "Where are you? I'm on my way," he said, his voice firm and

mention of Hertha was

proving Alar to be his son, Alaric

to even see her

the picture,

deny the sting of rejection, but her frustration and indignation were far

she saw herself as family background,

decisively, confident he would 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, Hertha sitting upright, her gaze fixed on the child in Georgia's arms. The toddler, a

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255