The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Hertha gave a vague answer and turned to leave.

"Why are you so determined to hide them? Afraid I'll take the kids?" Alaric didn't follow her, instead standing his ground.

A chill ran down Hertha's spine, her heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly stopped.

She could run, she could deny it, but Alaric's question hit a nerve, like stepping on her tail.

Her instinct to flee was firmly suppressed, forcing her to face reality.

Her grip on the two children tightened, her breathing grew heavy. She gritted her teeth, turned around, and said with seriousness and caution, "I told you, they're not yours!"

"I just found one of Helena's hairs on you, do I need to get a DNA test?" Alaric lifted his left hand, pinching a fine hair between his finger and thumb.

At a glance, it wasn't clear, but upon closer inspection, it was indeed a hair. Hertha's own hair was still growing back, covered by a teal wig.

But the hair in Alaric's hand was black and long! It couldn't be anyone's but Helena's.

resistance crumbled. Angrily she retorted, "Alaric, I will never let you

Alaric understood Hertha's fears. Hertha was Thalassa's best friend, and she had witnessed

her, he couldn't bear to

attitude slightly eased Hertha's

arms, holding the two children,

were over two years old; holding one was a struggle, let alone two

forward, offering to take

wary, dodged, "What are you doing? You just

at

be so

trying to I belongs

trembling.

didn't reply, her arms

let's sit down and talk this out." Alaric took Helena