Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Abel glanced at Evelyn in silence. "Paul sure did teach his daughter well. You're a well-rounded woman," Oscar said. "You flatter me, Grandad. I'll be sure to prepare more delicacies for you in the future," Evelyn said.

"Perhaps you should stay and be my granddaughter-in-law. My sons are supposed to get married soon, but Emmeline seems to be…" Abel suddenly turned around. Oscar nearly bumped into him. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Oscar uttered.

"I lost my appetite so I'll be leaving now," Abel said. "I dare you!" Oscar yelled. "I apologize, grandad," Abel said as he walked past Oscar. "Mr. Abel, don't leave!" Evelyn held onto his arm. Abel pushed her away.

"Mr. Abel, do you hate me? If you do then I'll leave. Please don't make Grandad angry," Evelyn said with teary eyes. Abel glared at Evelyn in silence. "Mr. Abel, please don't go. I'll leave instead…" Evelyn muttered.

"Abel! You're a man yet you're acting like a child! Get back here! You can leave after lunch!" Oscar shouted. "Abel, cut it out with that. How can you disobey Grandad" Adrien said. "That's right, Mr. Abel. We're all here, so let's not make things difficult for Grandad" Lizbeth added.

"Mr. Abel, please stay. I'll leave. I don't want Grandad to be angry," Evelyn said. "Fine. Let's have lunch together," Abel replied. Evelyn wiped her tears and said, "You're not mad at me anymore? That's great!"

Everyone sat down at the dining table. Evelyn sat beside Abel. "Mr. Abel, you should try this. I made this myself," Evelyn said as she passed the dishes to Abel. At the other end of the table, Adrien said, "Liz, you should try this. It's good for your health. I asked the chefs to prepare this just for you."

Evelyn stood up and walked over to Oscar with a dish in her hand. "Grandad, try this one. I made it myself. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside," she said. "You're too kind. You're much better in comparison to…" Oscar decided not to finish his sentence.

Evelyn smiled as she knew what Oscar meant. "Mr. Abel, this one's for you. It's good for your digestion," Evelyn said as she returned to her seat. Abel's plate was filled to the brim. However, he only took a few bites.