The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1248

Beatrice gently took Remington by the hand, and the two elderly figures shuffled back to their room, their movements slow and unsteady.

Alaric watched his grandparents leave, his heart heavy with worry. He had been on the verge of calling out to them. They were his and Hertha's last hope.

If they gave up, then all hope would indeed be lost.

"Grand..." Alaric began, but before he could finish, Angelina's hand clamped over his mouth, muffling his words.

Remington and Beatrice, advanced in their years and hard of hearing, didn't catch Alaric's muffled call.

Frustrated, Alaric shoved Angelina's hand away and burst out, "Mom, why do you always have to be against me?"

Angelina, taken aback by his accusation, felt a stab of pain in her heart. "You ungrateful boy," she lamented. "You're my only son. Everything I do is for your good, and you don't even see it!"

"Yeah, I'm your only son, so why do you keep picking on me?" Alaric frowned, his voice rising as he recalled the morning's events, which made him feel like he was suffocating.

He had never felt this distressed over a woman before.

Just this once, he wanted to be serious, and yet Angelina seemed to thwart him at every turn.

"What? Picking on you?" Angelina, incredulous, pointed to herself, her heart shattering. She had poured her soul into planning for her son’s future, and it had all been misconstrued as antagonism.