The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Alaric quickened his pace as he headed for the hospital exit, with Georgia following closely behind, holding their child in her arms. Just as they were about to leave, Alaric suddenly stopped in his tracks, a deep frown on his face as he stared ahead. Coming towards them in hurried steps was a middle-aged woman, someone Alaric recognized all too well.

"Alaric, where's Alar?" Angelina rushed over, her expression anxious. Initially, she hadn't noticed Georgia standing behind Alaric.

Upon reaching them, she quickly asked her question, only then noticing Georgia and the child in her arms.

Angelina's eyes lit up as she moved past Alaric towards Georgia. "Georgia..." Before she could say more, her gaze fell on the child in Georgia's arms, her expression turning ecstatic as she reached out to touch the child's cheek.

"Oh my, this must be my grandson Alar, isn't he just adorable? Come to grandma, let me hold you."

Angelina excitedly took the child from Georgia, her face radiating joy and affection.

a doctor? What did they say about this bump on my grandson's forehead? Alaric knew immediately that

Georgia had bad-mouthed Hertha, adding fuel to

answered Angelina's question, "It's nothing serious, just a

you be so careless as a father? Your child has such a big bump on his forehead, and you don't seem to care at all!" Angelina scolded, hitting

timid. Held in Angelina's arms, he tried to squirm away but had nowhere to hide, eventually just

here to protect you. I

words were clearly meant for

knowing Georgia must have smeared Hertha's name with her exaggerated

sternly, "Mom, don't jump to conclusions. Hertha didn't hurt

expression hardened as she retorted, "Did I even mention Hertha? If you're so sure it was her,

I'll really get mad!" Alaric