NovelOnlineHertha listened with a grave expression, her hands clenched tightly on the table.
Alaric glanced back at her, noticing the struggle she was trying to hide.
In a mix of panic and anger, he confronted Georgia, "Stop lying, Georgia. You'd do anything to marry me!" Knowing Georgia as he did, if she were pregnant with his child, she would've made it known immediately, even making it the talk of the town. Using the child as leverage was the fastest way to get him to marry her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhy would she give up such an opportunity for a laughable reason and go abroad to have the child alone, only to bring him back now? Georgia was hurt, incredulous as she looked at Alaric, "This kind of person?" Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke to Alaric, hurt, "What kind of person do you think I am in your eyes?" "You know exactly what kind of person you are!" Alaric said sternly, his face cold.
Over the past three years, Georgia had been spoiled, willful, and aggressive, displaying all the arrogance and sharpness of a pampered heiress.
Alaric had seen her true colors! And because he had seen her true colors, he found it hard to believe her words.
The idea that she hid the existence of their child to make him fall in love with her and willingly marry her was something Alaric found too simplistic to believe.
Seeing Alaric's resolute attitude, Georgia's tears fell as she choked up, "Everything I've told you is true. Even your mother doesn't know about the child. I didn't tell her because I wanted you to fall in love with me, to marrywillingly. If you don't believe me, we can get a paternity test..." As she spoke, Georgia tightened her grip on her child.
Feeling his mother's distress, the child spoke in a tender voice, "Mommy, don't cry..." He raised his little hand to wipe away Georgia's tears.
Hearing the child call out "Mommy Hertha's heart trembled violently, her own vulnerabilities touched. She understood the genuine concern and tone of a child for their mother.
The child's voice was soft, filled with a hint of timidity as he comforted Georgia, even reaching out to wipe her tears. Wasn't it just a child's heartache and guilt for seeing their mother upset and feeling helpless? Seeing this, Hertha could no longer stay seated. She stood up, her expression cold, "You two talk. I'm leaving!" S~Earch the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith that, Hertha turned and walked away.
Alaric stood up to follow her, "Hertha..."
He reached for Hertha's hand but she quickly shook him off. She turned, her gaze wounded yet icy, "Deal with your own mess. I'm going home." Without another word, she left.
Seeing that Hertha was truly angry Alaric panicked. He was about ton follow her where Georgia, holding the child stood up urgently, "Alaric, let's go to the hospital for a DNA test!"
Georgia's words stopped Alaric in his tracks. He turned, his anger directed ather with a glare, then looked down at the child in her arms. The child, indeed, had his eyes - beautiful and almond-shaped, looking back at him timidly. The sight was somewhat pitiful.
Could this child really be his son?
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