The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

The child shuddered in fear, freezing in place before his lips trembled and tears streamed down his face without a sound, sobbing in a most pitiful and humble manner. Angelina herself was taken aback by Georgia's sudden outburst of anger, feeling the child stiffen in her arms. She quickly began to pat his back soothingly.

"Why on earth would you lash out at a child like that?" she scolded Georgia gently. "He was just trying to show some concern for you. How do you expect Alaric to come around if you can't keep your temper in check?"

Georgia's breaths came in heavy, ragged gulps, tears streaming down her face as she shot a resentful glance at the child. "You said having a child would bring him back to me," she said bitterly to Angelina. "But look at us now! He refuses to even acknowledge his own son!"

Georgia was at her wit's end, her anger fueled by a sense of helplessness.

"Patience, Georgia. Didn't you see how Alaric was visibly shaken just now? He's softening up but just too stubborn to admit it. Give it some time, and he'll come around," Angelina tried to reassure her, confident that Alaric still had a soft spot for his son, despite his current animosity towards Georgia.

They had made a breakthrough with Alaric; it was only a matter of time before he would accept Georgia and their child.

But as for Hertha, they needed to stir up a little more trouble to keep her from warming up to Alaric.

Hertha returned from her shopping

but had instead come back feeling disgruntled. Upon entering her home, the cheerful babble of

the living

play mat,

there was Kimberly, lounging on the

peaceful scene immediately

as she exclaimed softly, "My darlings, mommy's home! Come give

her

Hertha scooped them up

arms, showering them

filled with the scent

the simple joy