Kendra squinted at the approaching "man" who walked with a strikingly similar gait to Emmeline. Oh, you're back! Quincy just woke up," Kendra smiled as she informed Emmett, unaware of everything that had just happened that afternoon.

"I can help you carry her!" Emmett said with outstretched arms.

"You?" Kendra chuckled. "I wouldn't expect a man to know how to carry a baby!"

"Well, I carried my younger brother when he was a baby," Emmett explained. "It's no problem for me at all!"

Abel walked over and overtook Emmett instead, grabbing hold of Quincy and carrying her into his arms in one swift move. "Let me do it," Abel told Kendra. "You can go ahead and prepare dinner."

"Dinner is already prepared, Mr. Abel," Kendra informed him. "You're back a little later than usual today."

"Mm," Abel grunted softly. "Some things got in the way."

Behind him, Emmett stuck out his tongue childishly.

Kendra took over Quincy once again as they entered the dining hall. "Why don't you both head upstairs to change and wash up first? I'll get the dishes out," Kendra told them.

Abel and Emmett went upstairs and headed for their respective rooms. Back in her room, Emmeline inspected her fake mustache and made sure it was properly in place before changing and going back downstairs. As everyone was gathered at the dining table, Luca suddenly walked into the hall.

"Mr. Abel, Ms. Murphy is here," Luca informed his boss.

"At this time? What does she want?" Abel raised his eyebrow in suspicion.

"She says Madame Ryker asked her to bring something over," Luca explained. "Should I let her in?"

"Well, let her in then since it's Mom's instruction. She might just tell on me if I turned her away," Abel said.

Luca quickly informed security to allow Evelyn Murphy's sports car into the compound. A few minutes later, Evelyn entered the house with two big gift boxes and headed straight for the dining hall.

"Abel! Auntie Rosaline prepared some lamb stew to soothe your tummy, so I'm here to deliver it!" she announced cheerily just before noticing the man next to Abel.

Why was the pretty boy still hanging out with Abel? She thought to herself in annoyance. She had used the lamb stew as an excuse to visit Abel and be closer to him, but she had not expected the wicked man to still be around! Abel was even serving him food and feeding him pieces of meat he had cut up himself.

"Emmett, have more of these ribs. You should eat more to fill up that skinny frame of yours," Abel told Emmett.

"Thank you, Abel," Emmett smiled affectionately. "You dote on me more than my own mother."

"Hey, I'm not your mother or your grandmother. I'm a proper man, ok?" Abel teased in return.

"But you're always so patient and gentle with me, almost exactly like my mother," Emmett said coyly.

"You're impossible, you know that?" Abel scolded, but his voice remained gentle. "Why can't you describe me like your father instead?"

"No, my father has a horrible temper!" Emmett objected. "You're much better than him."















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