The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Hertha's eyes flickered with irritation at the mention of Georgia. Hearing that name, she couldn't help but feel angry.

Who would be so cruel as to hire a child from an orphanage, pretending he was Alaric's son, just to blackmail Alaric into marrying her? How deep were Georgia's feelings for Alaric that she would resort to such desperate measures to become his wife?

And what about Alaric? Was he truly oblivious to the fact that the boy wasn't his son, or was he just playing dumb in front of her? Hertha's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. She couldn't see through Georgia's actions or even begin to guess at Alaric's thoughts. But she was naturally lazy when it came to overthinking. If she couldn't figure out what Alaric was thinking, she wouldn't bother trying. "Alright, I've got it. You go get some rest. We should all head to bed," Hertha said, avoiding Alaric's gaze and moving towards the children. "Mummy, please don't send Daddy away," Helena pleaded, tugging at Alaric's sleeve with her big, doe-like eyes filled with reluctance.

She hadn't had enough time with her daddy yet.

Alaric knew when to take his leave gracefully. Hertha's last words to him were polite and reasonable.

It was indeed getting late, and the kids had their bedtime routines. He couldn't keep them up any longer.

need to be a good little angel, listen to Mummy and Grandma, take your bath, and go to bed early. When you wake up, Daddy will be here to

been hesitant to let Alaric

with love for him, Alaric felt his heart soften like never

pinching Helena's chubby cheek, "I

her pinky finger

puzzled, looked

pinkies together, and et then pressed their thumbs together, sealing

couldn't help but laugh at

gave Julian a gentle pat on the

way their innocent, youthful eyes followed Alario's departing

them look at anyone with