Georgia found herself on the receiving end of Alaric and Hertha's bewildered and shocked stares. She immediately realized she'd put her foot in it. As Hertha's interrogation bore down on her, Georgia felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach, her feet inching backward in retreat.

"I, I didn't say anything," Georgia stammered, wishing she could take back her words. But once words are out, they're like spilled milk-impossible to gather up again. Didn't she understand such a simple truth? "Really, Georgia? You should know, it's easy for us to take you to the hospital for checks to see if you've been pregnant before or if you're still pure," Hertha said, arms crossed as she advanced step by step towards Georgia.

Hertha's imposing approach made Georgia step back further; she'd never seen Hertha wield such authority. It was as if Hertha was the untouchable heiress, backed by unshakeable confidence and powerful support. And Georgia? She felt like a commoner, ignorant and insignificant.

Backed into a corner, Georgia spat out defiantly, "You wouldn't dare! If you lay a finger on me, I'll call the cops on you in a heartbeat!"

retorted, unfazed by Georgia's threat. Georgia looked

with arrogance. She had used this tactic before,

what she didn't realize

had had enough of her threats. He had once thought Hertha was out

that he and Geomet having been intimate and pushed together by their families, should give their arranged engagement

to his limit. Fed up, Alaric cut ties with the Falconer family to free

losses are none of my concern. I'm Hertha's fiancé now, and I only listen to her. If she wants me to drive you to the hospital for a check-up, I won't hesitate," Alaric said, his

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