The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1174

Angelina tasked Eloise with tidying up the living room while she made her way to her son Alaric's bedroom, intent on handling the aftermath herself. Pushing open the door, she was hit by a wave of intimacy that seemed to linger in the air.

The room felt unusually warm and the humid air clung to her face, carrying a hint of something unspoken.

The thought of her son spending the night with a woman like that stirred a fury within her, and she cursed Hertha under her breath countless times.

Suppressing her annoyance, Angelina moved to the bed to change the sheets, but to her surprise, the comforter was still neatly folded just as it had been the day before. Only the slightest wrinkle in the sheets suggested someone had sat there, but there was no sign that anyone had actually slept in the bed.

Impossible, she thought. Could it have been Hertha who tidied up in the morning? But Alaric was the last to rise, and Hertha wouldn't have had the chance to make the bed.

Knowing her son well, Angelina was certain that Alaric was the type to toss his blankets aside upon waking and never bothered to fold them. It seemed even less likely that he would have made the bed himself.

As Angelina pondered the situation, her gaze drifted to the floor, where a flash of red caught the corner of her eye. She was about to look away when the color seized her attention, and she focused sharply on it.

What she saw made her heart skip a beat. There, on the floor, was a stain of blood.

Had Alaric and Hertha actually slept on the floor?

Hertha, with her reputation as a player, was still a virgin?

Last night, Alaric had taken Hertha's first time.

Angelina was originally filled with contempt and disdain in her heart for promiscuous women like Hertha.

Now that Angelina saw the smear of red on the ground, she was shocked and overwhelmed with disbelief instead.

The sight of the red stain on the floor complicated her feelings towards Hertha. If she was as loose as rumored, how could she be a virgin?

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he pressed on the accelerator, speeding up the car.

Meanwhile, Hertha sat in the back of a taxi, the ringing of her phone breaking through the silence. She saw Alaric's name flashing on the screen and felt a tug at her heart, followed by a faint ache.

"Miss, did you get your heart broken?" The driver in the front seat chimed in.

The driver's words from the front seat snapped her back to reality. She wiped away her tears with a defiant swipe of her hand and said in a hardened tone, "Heartbreak? What's that? Love is a joke. Money is what matters."

The driver probed further, "Then why the tears?"

"I'm crying because I don't have enough money. I've got to work hard and earn my own," Hertha said stubbornly, drying her tears and putting on a face of cold determination.