The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 1782

Alaric was pacing back and forth, a storm brewing within him. He had been clinging to the hope that Georgia was playing tricks, that the child couldn't possibly be his. But reality had just slapped him hard in the face!

Hertha had already stopped forgiving him. Finding out about his son would be the final nail in the coffin for their relationship!

As Alaric stewed in his frustration, his abandoned phone on the sofa started ringing again. Glancing over, the sight of Georgia's name flashing on the screen ignited a fiery rage within him. With gritted teeth and a swift bend, he powerfully shut the phone off.

The ringing ceased, and a haunting silence took over. But Alaric's turmoil was far from quieted.

After sulking around the house for a bit, as the evening sky darkened, there came a noise at the door. Lifting his head slightly, Alaric saw the door swing open and a figure step in.

It was Ethan Crawley, tall and dashingly handsome, with a smirk dancing on his lips. He nonchalantly flicked on the light switch, "Alaric, what are you up to? It's dark as heck in here, why no lights?"

As light flooded the room, Alaric squinted, shielding his eyes from the sudden brightness. In a defeated tone, he asked, "Ethan Crawley, what brings you here?"

"It was us who asked him to bring us!" That's when Remington and Beatrice stepped forward from behind Ethan, their expressions stern as they addressed Alaric.

The sight of Remington and Beatrice startled Alaric out of his gloom, "Grandpa, Grandma, what are you doing here?"

With Beatrice's support, Remington quickly approached Alaric, his face stern with annoyance, "We're here to see our great-grandchildren! Where are Hertha and your kids?"

Earlier, when Alaric had informed Remington about the twins he had with Hertha, Remington had been over the moon with joy. He wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if he didn't get to see his great-grandchildren.

Hearing Remington's words, Alaric paused, glancing bewilderedly at Ethan, who simply shrugged as if to say he was just the messenger. Standing up, Alaric started to panic, "No, Grandpa, I just told you about them, I didn't mean for you to come looking."

Now what? He had promised Hertha that he wouldn't fight her for the children. If his grandparents knew where the kids were, they'd surely rush to bring them into the Falconer family fold. Just imagining Hertha's despair at that prospect was enough to envisage a scene of utter chaos.

"Nonsense, if you won't let us see the kids, how are we supposed to support you in marrying Hertha?" Beatrice chided Alaric with a sharp glance.

Alaric was at a loss for words, turning to Ethan in a plea for help. But Ethan deliberately looked away, pretending not to catch his desperate gaze. This was a situation even he couldn't smooth over.

Alaric, feeling utterly helpless, ran his fingers through his hair, unsure of what to do next. Initially, he had sought his grandparents' help in hopes of winning Hertha back. But now, things had spiraled out of control, and even with his grandparents' help, it seemed an insurmountable task.