NovelOnlineAlaric knew his top priority was earning Hertha's forgiveness. If he could win her back, everything else would fall into place. But without her approval, even moving heaven and earth-or his entire family- wouldn't make a difference.
But how could he explain this to his grandparents? After mulling it over, a forced smile crept onto Alaric's face as he turned to his grandparents and said, "Grandma, Grandpa, I know you mean well wanting to helpout, but Hertha's pretty mad atright now. If we stir things up with her kids, I'm afraid she might never forgive me..." Alaric decided honesty was the best policy with his grandparents. After all, sincerity always wins the day with them.
Remington and Beatrice exchanged a look, a mix of seriousness and surprise on Remington's face as he asked, "Are you saying you promised Hertha not to tell the Falconer family about the child?" They were wise, seasoned by life's many trials. A single sentence from Alaric, and they grasped the underlying implications.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlaric sighed and nodded.
Beatrice, taken aback, said, "That girl really is something. Most people would use a child as leverage to climb the social ladder, but she doesn't even want the Falconers to know the child exists. Does she not want to marry you?" Remington added, "She's got spunk. Remember when Drunken Butterfly tried to bribe her with two million to leave you, Alaric? Her actions completely took us by surprise then, too." "Exactly, when most girls would show their 'loyalty' by turning down the money to prove their love, she took the two million and claimed she played you, avoiding any losses!" Beatrice recalled, highlighting Hertha's uniqueness.
"So, you both understand she's not an easy woman to handle. Let's not cross her boundaries, or I might really lose her for good," Alaric pleaded with a hint of desperation in his voice.
It was his moment of frustration that had let slip the secret about his child with Hertha to his grandparents. Now, the only way to keep it under wraps was to have their cooperation.
"Young man, you're still talking about 'handling things. When it comes to people especially someone like Hertha, it's about winning her over with sincerity," Beatrice chided Alaric. . FindAlaric nodded in agreement, eager for his grandparents to leave. After all, Hertha and the kids were just next door, and it was only a matter of tbefore the secret was out. He was almost sure Hertha would Want to strangle him.
"Grandma Grandpa, it's getting late, and you haven't had dinner yet. Lettake you out to eat," Alaric said, his voice dripping with eagerness as he helped his grandparents to their feet, guiding them ahead of him.
Remington and Beatrice didn't object.
Wanting to send his grandparents hquickly, Alaric chose a restaurant close to their neighborhood, hoping for a swift dinner.
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Just as they ordered and were waiting for their food, a familiar voice rang out "key, can I get a box of beer delivered to my place?" Alaric turned at the sound, spotting the slightly plump, adorably petite Hertha. Their eyes met.
In that instant, waves of longing and guilt washed over him, but the om emotions were fleeting, replaced by NO the sudden realization that Remington and Beatrice were right beside him.
His breath hitched, fearing the impending interaction between m Hertha and his grandparents, especially the possibility of bringing up the child. Just as he feared, both grandparents turned their heads to look at Hertha.
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