Alaric was pacing back and forth, a storm brewing within him. He had been clinging to the hope that Georgia was playing tricks, that the child couldn't possibly be his. But reality had just slapped him hard in the face!

Hertha had already stopped forgiving him. Finding out about his son would be the final nail in the coffin for their relationship!

As Alaric stewed in his frustration, his abandoned phone on the sofa started ringing again. Glancing over, the sight of Georgia's name flashing on the screen ignited a fiery rage within him. With gritted teeth and a swift bend, he powerfully shut the phone off.

The ringing ceased, and a haunting silence took over. But Alaric's turmoil was far from quieted.

After sulking around the house for a bit, as the evening sky darkened, there came a noise at the door. Lifting his head slightly, Alaric saw the door swing open and a figure step in.

It was Ethan Crawley, tall and dashingly handsome, with a smirk dancing on his lips. He nonchalantly flicked on the light switch, "Alaric, what are you up to? It's dark as heck in here, why no lights?"

sudden brightness. In a defeated

bring us!" That's when Remington and Beatrice stepped forward from

Remington and Beatrice startled Alaric out of his gloom, "Grandpa, Grandma, what are

stern with annoyance, "We're here to see our great-grandchildren! Where are Hertha

had with Hertha, Remington had been over the

Hearing Remington's words, Alaric

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Ethan, who simply shrugged as if to say he was just the messenger. Standing up, Alaric started to panic,

his grandparents knew where the kids were, they'd surely rush to bring them into the Falconer family fold. Just imagining Hertha's despair at that prospect was enough to envisage

kids, how are we supposed to support you

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