If Remington and Beatrice found out about the children, they would undoubtedly do everything in their power to take them away!

The more Hertha thought about it, the more anxious she became. She quickly positioned herself to block Beatrice's view and said, "Is there something you needed? If not, perhaps it's time you head back home. Alaric is about to leave."

But Beatrice, persistent as ever, leaned in and said, "Of course we're here for a reason. Let us come in and talk."

With urgency in her voice, Beatrice, holding Remington's hand and gently pushing Hertha aside, made her way inside. Hertha moved to stop them, but the two little ones, driven by curiosity, had already bounced into view.

Tilting their innocent little heads, they looked from the two elderly folks at the door to Alaric.

Helena, ever the lively one, flashed a big smile and asked Beatrice, "Grammy, are you my daddy's mommy?"

blooming with joy at the question, chuckled and said, "Yes, dear. I'm your daddy's grandma, and this gentleman is

met Remington and Beatrice. There was no hiding

further, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and panic. Remington, who had been keeping up appearances, couldn't contain himself any longer upon seeing the children. He stepped into the house, his face breaking

on a diet of

up to Remington as if they had known each other forever. Her

with us," Helena said, tugging at Beatrice and Remington's hands, eagerly pulling them into the

turmoil, utterly

to find a way to get Remington and Beatrice to leave, her daughter had led them straight

what

whisper, Alaric "Don't worry, my grandparents knew about our kids a long time ago. They promised they'd let us handle

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