chapter1247

"You! You're such a bastard!" Angelina fumed, releasing his ear and giving the back of his head a

smack – a gesture that brought back memories of how she would chide him during his childhood.

Remington Falconer and Beatrice had just returned from a leisurely stroll outside when they overheard

the heated exchange between Angelina and Alaric.

Grasping the gravity of the situation from their conversation, Remington let go of Beatrice's hand in a

huff. Leaning heavily on his cane, he shuffled over to Alaric with a shaky resolve and began to thwack

him with it.

"You shameless cad! Didn't you swear that Hertha was the only one for you, that you would marry no

other? You seduce the poor girl, ruin her reputation, and then you have the gall to go after Georgia!

Who was it that claimed to detest Georgia and was so adamant about calling off the engagement?"

As Remington berated Alaric, he continued to land blows with his cane.

Alaric raised his hands defensively, trying to protect himself from the hits, but he didn't utter a word in

his own defense.

Angelina grew anxious, "Dad, Dad, please stop, cool down."

She rushed to Remington's side, gently took the cane from his grasp and made sure he was supported.

"Cough, cough..." Remington was so worked up that he began to cough and wheeze, gasping for air as

he addressed Alaric, "I had five hundred million set aside for you, and now you've gone and slept with

the girl. How am I supposed to face them and call off the engagement now, huh?"

Remington was bitterly disappointed. He thought he had not been mistaken last time, believing that

Alaric truly had feelings for Hertha and was turning over a new leaf.

He had gone to great lengths to prepare for Alaric's wedding, only for the young man to declare his

intent to break off the engagement with Georgia.

How could they possibly call off the wedding now?

Alaric's usually carefree demeanor was gone. He sat solemnly, his mood low.

What happened the previous night plagued him. Both he and Hertha had been drunk, and he hadn't

expected Georgia to enter their room.

He remembered being intimate with a woman, fully believing it was Hertha.

Yet, when morning came, it was Georgia lying beside him.

Besides, witnessing the tender moment between Spencer and Hertha in the park this morning only

added to his unrest and pain, feelings that had yet to subside.

Facing his grandfather's accusations and scolding, he felt powerless to retaliate.

"What are you going to do now?" demanded Remington, pointing his cane at Alaric with fierce anger.

"What else is there to do but marry Georgia? They're already betrothed, after all," Angelina stated

resolutely.

"And what about Hertha?" asked Beatrice.

Though Hertha hadn't said goodbye when she left, both Beatrice and Remington felt that as long as

she and Alaric were together, that was what mattered.

Alaric shot Angelina a look of disdain, but the fact that Hertha had taken two hundred thousand and

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Even if he wanted to counter Angelina's words, he couldn't find the grounds to do so.

"Ah well, let it be, then. You have to sort it out yourselves. We can't manage it for you anymore."