From across the room, Alaric's voice came through the phone, laced with impatience, "Georgia, have you lost your mind? Why on earth are you calling me now?"

He was utterly fed up with Georgia.

Despite his clear disinterest, shown by his constant rejection of her calls, Georgia persisted in dialing his number relentlessly.

His annoyance knew no bounds!

However, when Georgia faced a sudden mishap, Alaric, surprisingly, picked up the phone.

But Georgia quickly regained her composure and got straight to the point, "Hertha has gone and bumped Alar's head hard enough to crack it open. How vile must one be to lay hands on a child! Alaric, if you don't intervene now, I'm calling the cops this instant to have her arrested for assault!"

Hearing this, Hertha was flabbergasted. Georgia had the audacity to twist the facts and blow the situation out of proportion, painting herself as the victim when in reality, she was the spiteful one.

At the mention of Hertha's name, Alaric's irritation vanished, replaced by a calm resolve. "Where are you? I'm on my way," he said, his voice firm and composed.

Georgia sneered internally, knowing full well that the mention of Hertha was the only reason Alaric would show up.

paternity test results, proving Alar to be his son, Alaric had remained distant, unwilling to accept them, let

to even see her was

the picture, he was quick

the sting of rejection, but her

In looks,

background, and education, she

2mily background, and

Hertha. Yet, in Alarinet

she felt utterly

Alaric hurried over, weaving through the crowded mall to a quieter corner, he found Hertha and Georgia. The two women were seated on a bench, Hertha sitting upright, her gaze fixed on the child in Georgia's arms. The toddler, a little over two years old, had stopped crying

eyes looked

Hertha

he clung to Georgia's shirt, a clear sign of his

insecurity. Conte shirt

SV

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