The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1779

Her little cheeks puffed out slightly, her big, sparkling eyes fixed on Hertha, making her look like an adorable doll that almost melted Hertha’s heart.

She didn’t want to let the kids down, but things were way beyond her control.

Hertha couldn’t just spill the beans to her; she had to play the long game.

She said, “He suddenly had to take care of some urgent business; he’s gone on a trip and it’ll be a while before he’s back. As for when, even Mommy doesn’t know.”

Listening to Hertha spin her tales, Kimberly sighed deeply, “What a mess, I wonder how you’ll sort this one out?”

Kimberly had lowered her expectations to just wishing Hertha would get married, but now, it seemed like Hertha couldn’t even start her own family.

“Mom, let’s not show the kids this kind of negativity,” Hertha gently reminded Kimberly.

“Alright, alright, do whatever you want; I’m out!” Kimberly stood up, waving her hand dismissively as she headed to the kitchen, looking utterly exhausted.

Not to mention Hertha, even she couldn’t accept a man who had children with another woman.

Originally, Kimberly was all in favor of Hertha marrying Alaric, but who knew Alaric would turn out to be such a scoundrel, cheating on her and even fathering a child!

If Hertha continued to entangle herself with him, she’d never find peace. Better to cut the ties quickly and move on!

Realizing her mother’s stance, Hertha understood that her mother had given up, truly stepping back.

This was what she had wanted, yet a wave of profound sorrow hit her, making it almost impossible to breathe.

“Oh, you’ve had the family register out for a few days now, did you and Hertha tie the knot or what?” Remington had been curious for a few days but thought to give the young folks some time before asking.

Today, though, Beatrice had been reminiscing about how adorable Alaric was as a chubby little boy, speculating how cute Alaric’s kids would be.

Thinking about Alaric’s future children made Remington eager to see his great-grandchildren, prompting him to call.

“Grandpa, I need your help,” Alaric said, his voice soft and filled with a sense of vulnerability.

“What’s wrong, you run into some trouble?” Remington’s worry deepened.

It was rare for Alaric to talk to him in such a lost and vulnerable tone.