Chapter 1872


    Before Kimberly could even say a word, Hertha set down her bowl and chopsticks, her gaze locking onto ric with a mix of seriousness and solemnity.


    "ric, some things in life aren''t just about what you want. It''s not that simple."


    ric and Georgia already had a child together, and their families were entangled in mutual interests.


    ric wasn''t keen on marrying Georgia, but the Falconers were all for it, seeing Georgia as a pir of support for ric''s career.


    If there were no child between Georgia and ric, Hertha could still deceive herself into believing that letting go of the past could open a door to a future with ric.


    But now, Georgia''s child wasn''t just a reminder of ric''s past but a tie to his entire future.


    Hertha didn''t want to spend her life tangled in suchplications.


    The thought of future disputes gave Hertha a headache.


    She made her stance clear; there was no future for her and ric. She couldn''t ept him having a child with another woman.


    ric, initially eager to exin himself to Kimberly, saw his charm fade away upon hearing Hertha''s words. His usually flirtatious eyes now carried a weight of sadness.


    His voice weakened, "Hertha, won''t you even give me a chance?"


    Kimberly, having overheard their conversation, understood the crux of their conflict.


    This time, Hertha wasn''t exaggerating, nor was she wronging ric.


    Just as Hertha couldn''t ept ric''s situation, Kimberly found herself unable to ept it too.


    Kimberly, who had been amiableTêxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    moments ago, lost all appetite upon hearing the discord between Hertha and ric. Dropping her utensils, she said, "If my cooking''s not to your taste, feel free to eat out."


    "Mom..." Hertha tried to protest as Kimberly stood up, dragged her from the chair, and pushed her towards the door, insisting, "Eat out. The chefs at the restaurants do @much better job."


    After pushing Hertha to the door, Kimberly turned back to push ric, "Go on, both of you, it''ll be good..."


    Before Kimberly could reach him, ric stood up, politely saying, "Alright, I''ll take Hertha out. Enjoy your meal. Don''t worry about the kids..." "The kids are my grandchildren, I''ll take care of them," Kimberly cut him off, asserting her role.


    ric said no more, headed to the door, and gestured for Hertha to follow.


    Hertha looked back at Kimberly, hoping her mother might change her mind and ask her to stay. Instead, Kimberly waved her off, signaling her to leave.


    Understanding her mother''s intention for her to have a private talk with ric, Hertha gave up any further protest and turned to leave.


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    Downstairs, Hertha walked briskly, with ric quickly catching up to her, whispering, "Which restaurant should we pick? You know the area better, just lead the way."


    Hertha rolled her eyes at him, annoyed, "Why bother eating? Let''s just find a ce to sit down and talk things through."