Chapter 1411


    Hertha nced at the rear-view mirror, the figure of ric shrinking into the distance. A sigh of mncholy escaped her lips.


    “Fate without destiny, that''s the cruelest thing," Hertha mused.


    At that moment, ric stood by the curb outside the hotel, his roguish, hawk-like eyes brimming with a sense of loss as he


    watched Thssa and Hertha''s car fade away.


    Hertha had bolted out of the elevator with such haste, clearly avoiding him.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    Once out, she''d grabbed Thssa''s arm and hurried away. She just didn''t want to get too involved with him anymore.


    She''d once fallen head over heels for him,unching into a relentless pursuit.


    But now, she was not only pushing him towards Georgia but also avoiding him like the gue.


    She''d even admitted to being won over by Dr. Funke''s character, which led her to confess her feelings to the doctor.


    Indeed, she seemed fickle, a woman whose heart flitted from one to the next.


    Realizing this, ric felt not just a surge of anger but also a profound sense of loss.


    He had once looked down on Hertha, casually dismissing her fervent advances. But now, as her interest waned, he struggled to


    breathe under the weight of his own disappointment.


    Half an hourter, Thssa dropped Hertha off at Gulfstream Community, a cozy residentialplex.


    Hertha had purchased a three-bedroom, two-bath unit there.


    "Thssa,e on up for a bit,” Hertha invited sincerely after stepping out of the car.


    Being good friends, Thssa didn''t stand on ceremony.


    "Sure, I''d love to."


    Hertha led Thssa into her home, and as they entered, they were greeted by aforting scent of babies.


    Just the aroma was intoxicating.


    Inside, two adorable toddlers yed on a foamy y mat, rolling a ball back and forth, giggling with the pure joy of childhood.


    Near the door sat a chubby two-year-old boy with big, round eyes and a small mouth, the spitting image of Hertha.


    By the couch was a two-year-old girl in pink overalls and a cute Peter Pan cor shirt. Her pigtailed hair framed a heart-shaped


    face, her almond eyes sparkled, and dimples appeared when she smiled, reminiscent of a cute young fox.


    "Julian, Helena, mommy''s home!"


    Hertha''s heart melted at the sight OF


    children, HerOiKe gattened as


    she stepped forward, slipping off her


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    The kids had been enjoying their


    game, but at the sound ef thei


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    Anise up with joy as they looked up.


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    "Mommy!"


    The boy, Julian Kensington, pushed himself up and toddled towards Hertha, arms outstretched.


    The girl, Helena Kensington, her little face flushed with urgency, tried to stand but lost bnce and plopped back down on the


    y mat.


    Seeing her brother scooped up and herself still on the ground, Helena burst into tears.


    "Don''t cry, Helena. Aunt Thssa’s got you," Thssa quickly picked up the little girl, gently wiping away her tears.


    The baby girl was so endearing that


    her presence filled with that


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    lk Tiag s own Elowen when she


    was that age—irresistibly lovable,


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