The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

The woman standing before Hertha was none other than Georgia, someone she hadn't seen in a long time!

As Hertha's eyes adjusted and focused on the child in Georgia's arms, realization dawned on her. This child was the same one she and Alaric had seen Georgia holding at the city hall when they were about to apply for their marriage license.

Previously, the child hadn't cried. His big, doe-like eyes, full of innocence and curiosity, had looked up at her. Those eyes, unblemished by the world, bore a striking resemblance to Alaric's. The moment Hertha first laid eyes on the boy, her heart had skipped a beat.

Now, seeing the child again, Hertha felt a mix of surprise and a deeper, more turbulent emotion stirring within her.

The boy was crying, his mouth wide open, and tears the size of peas rolled down his cheeks. On his forehead, a large bump had formed, obviously from bumping into her just moments ago.

Hertha was shocked to encounter Georgia here, but upon seeing the child's bump, her mind raced not with thoughts of past grievances but with concern. Rushing to check on the boy, she asked, "Hey there, little guy, how are you feeling? Does your head hurt?"

Hertha's reach. Her expression turned fierce as she accused Hertha, "Look what you've done! You've

Hertha while holding the child tightly, her face

the child, regardless of her past with Georgia, Hertha responded with a calm and sincere tone, "Let's take him to

the situation, especially with the child having a bump on

Georgia, grasping Hertha's arm to prevent her from leaving, retorted angrily, "Do you even realize whose child you've hurt? I'm calling Alaric right now to show him what kind of heartless person you

she shrugged off. Georgia's grip with a light chuckle, "Go ahead, call him. But just so you know, any delay in getting this child. the care he needs because of your actions is on

absurd. She had been pushed accidentally into the

intentionally harming the child and branding her

how Georgia would spin the