The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

The child shuddered in fear, freezing in place before his lips trembled and tears streamed down his face without a sound, sobbing in a most pitiful and humble manner. Angelina herself was taken aback by Georgia's sudden outburst of anger, feeling the child stiffen in her arms. She quickly began to pat his back soothingly.

"Why on earth would you lash out at a child like that?" she scolded Georgia gently. "He was just trying to show some concern for you. How do you expect Alaric to come around if you can't keep your temper in check?"

Georgia's breaths came in heavy, ragged gulps, tears streaming down her face as she shot a resentful glance at the child. "You said having a child would bring him back to me," she said bitterly to Angelina. "But look at us now! He refuses to even acknowledge his own son!"

Georgia was at her wit's end, her anger fueled by a sense of helplessness.

"Patience, Georgia. Didn't you see how Alaric was visibly shaken just now? He's softening up but just too stubborn to admit it. Give it some time, and he'll come around," Angelina tried to reassure her, confident that Alaric still had a soft spot for his son, despite his current animosity towards Georgia.

They had made a breakthrough with Alaric; it was only a matter of time before he would accept Georgia and their child.

for Hertha, they needed to stir up a little more trouble to

her shopping trip, her day having turned

hoped to witness the bustling success of Thalassa's exhibit but had instead come back feeling disgruntled. Upon entering her home, the cheerful

seated on a foam play mat, engrossed in building with blocks, completely oblivious to her

there was Kimberly, lounging on the couch,

peaceful scene immediately lifted

as she exclaimed

Hertha scooped them up in her arms, showering them with kisses that were sweet

simple joy of