Ambush of the Quadruplets: Stay Away From This Woman

Emmeline shared the situation with Abel, prompting him to express immediate concern. “How can someone from such a dysfunctional family enter into marriage? The family dynamics are utterly chaotic! Albus mother’s behavior must have been improper since her youth,” he said.

She sighed. “I’m at a loss. My mother won’t believe me. She’ll accuse me of fabricating lies to escape marriage, and finding witnesses is nearly impossible.”

He embraced her tightly, locking eyes with her. “Emma” he said with determination. “I can’t dwell on all that anymore. My priority is to protect you.”

“Abel,” she implored, her anxiety palpable. “What do you propose we do?”

Abel’s voice grew hoarse as he spoke, “I won’t let you return to Albus just to save Aunt Kimberly. I strongly disagree! I’ll confront him about this, and it marks the end of your association with the Zeller family,”

Emmeline paled and protested, “No, Abell My mother won’t be able to handle it. If something happens to her because of this, can you imagine how I would ever forgive you? Could I go on living? I can’t let my mother know about the rejection from the Zeller family.”

He furrowed his brows, remaining silent as he contemplated the situation. You’re right, he thought. Aunt Kimberly might not be able to change her ways. If something happens because she can’t accept it, how will Emma be able to continue living?

He felt the weight of the decision and said, “So, am I just supposed to stand by and watch, not caring, and seeing you beg Albus again?” His heart felt as though it was shattering. “Emma, by breaking my heart, are you requesting my life?”

I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Emmeline sobbed, her voice filled with anguish. “There’s no other way! I can’t let my mother get into trouble. I can’t hurt her anymore; she can’t handle it.”

His mind raced with desperation, and he wondered, What else can I do? He held her trembling body. overwhelmed by despair for the first time.

and headed to the

Abel lit a cigarette, and with a thin mist of smoke in the air, he made a phone call “Where are you?” he

the shop.” The person on the other end, a man with a hoarse voice, replied, “What’s

–

said with a dangerous glint

decent, but do you need to do this?”

insisted. “That person must

person said in a hushed tone. “This matter can only be discussed in

the ashtray and grabbed the

at Centennial, the most remote of the twenty–one townships in Altney. Despite its size, the town had only two intersecting streets, with a scattering of a

and discreetly entered a compact music and video store. Though relatively small, the store housed various audiovisual products on its

within

James,” Abel greeted as he stepped further inside.

lit corner, a small desk occupied by Mr. James came into view. Behind him, a small glass window

take a seat, James invited from

onto a round stool facing the

time still in