NovelEnglishWith her mother's anxious and hopeful gaze bearing down on her, Hertha guiltily looked away and hurriedly shoveled food into her mouth. She was at a loss for what to say. She had kept the truth from her parents because Alaric hadn't met the kids yet. She thought once Alaric saw the children, he'd surely suspect they were his.
But reality played out far differently than she anticipated. Upon meeting the two kids, Alaric flew into a rage, infuriated, convinced the children were hers with another man. And now, Helena, out of the blue and from who knows where, had picked up the word "Daddy" and shockingly asked if that stern uncle from earlier was their father. Hertha was truly at a loss for words.
If she confirmed it, her mother, Kimberly, would immediately seek out Alaric to inform him, pushing Hertha and Alaric to provide a complete family for the children.
But Kimberly didn't know that Alaric was promised to Georgia, and three years ago, Hertha had seen Alaric and Georgia in a compromising situation, a memory she couldn't shake.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHertha, from a humble background, felt she couldn't possibly match up to Alaric, a man from such a wealthy family. Angelina had made it crystal clear three years ago.
Two million dollars were paid not just for her past with Alaric but for her future silence as well, instilling in her a sense of her place. S~Earch the (Find)website on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
"Hertha, the kids are asking you something, con, speak up," Kimberly urged, seeing Hertha focused solely on her meal, her anxiety palpable.
Kimberly had asked Hertha the squestion before, to which Hertha denied Alaric being the father.
But now, with the kids posing the question again and witnessing Hertha's evasive demeanor, Kimberly harbored hope.
Hertha struggled internally but quickly masked it with a smile, feigning calm as she told Helena, "Helena, you're still young. When you're older, I promise to tell you who your dad is. Let's not randomly pick dads for now, okay?" Her words effectively denied Alaric's paternity.
Helena's face fell at the response, her spoon slowing in her bowl.
Julian, too, had been watching Hertha with hopeful eyes, but they dimmed at her words, his spoon aimlessly stirring his food.
Kimberly's budding hopes were dashed, her demeanor deflated as she served Hertha more food, "Eat up." Hertha quickly returned to her meal, falling silent.
That night after Kimberly and Ashton took the kids away, I couch, enveloped in mbet was t alone, curled up on the enveloped in melancholy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe dialed Thalassa, pouring out the day's events.
"What? Alaric thinks the kids are yours with another mang". Thalassa was incredulous. "He didn't say it outright, but that was the implication," Hertha
admitted, her fear of Alaric discovering the truth about the children clashing with the profound disappointment that he didn't care. In his eyes, what was she? Fickle, flirtatious, carelessly jumping from one bed to another, even having children out of wedlock and continuing her reckless ways? No need to wonder, Hertha knew exactly how Alaric saw her.
A wave of sadness washed over Hertha, leaving her feeling desolately cold. Peter Grill CH/F-PSE
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