Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

"That's right!" Adrien said firmly. "Abel and Emma have our full support. We're not bound by whatever happened in Grandpa's generation!"

"If Oscar Ryker wants to get involved in this matter, he should also ask the Adelmars for their consent!" Waylon's smile was very cold.

"That's right," Kenny concurred. "We won't stand for Emma being treated badly."

"Absolutely!" Bowie agreed. "There are eleven of us Adelmar siblings; none of us are pushovers. Messing with us is a bad idea."

Benjamin added his opinion to the rest. "Abel and Emma are a family already. Nobody should interfere with that!"

"Benjamin is right." Abel laced his fingers with Emmeline's, his smile faint but purposeful. "No one is going to separate me and Emma. Not even Grandpa!"

Erin looked disinterested, but in reality, she was all ears. As she sampled the buffet's offerings, she carefully stored up every bit of the conversation that she was listening to.

Apparently, Emmeline was an Adelmar! Given what the others had said, old Oscar Ryker had a deep-seated grudge against the Adelmar Clan!

Had Erin's chance for revenge come at last?

Adam raised his glass in a silent toast to Waylon, then did the same to Benjamin, Kenny, and Bowie. After that, he replenished his glass and lifted it in Abel's direction. "Abel, today I want to take the opportunity to offer you and Emma my sincere apologies for everything that's happened in the past. From now on, I'll follow where you lead. Whatever you tell me to do, be assured I'll do it to the best of my ability!"

Abel smiled. "We're family, Adam. We'll let bygones be bygones, shall we?"

"Let's drink a toast, the three of us," Adam requested. "Then I'll know for sure that you and Emma have forgiven me."

Abel raised his glass. Emmeline did as well, but hers held fruit juice instead of wine. The three of them clinked their glasses together and downed their drinks.

Adam was thrilled, and his expression mirrored his feelings. He no longer looked as moody as he had upon first arriving here. It was truly better to live open-mindedly and be gracious; the true colors of one's personality could then blossom freely.

Emmeline saw that he truly regretted his past actions and wondered if she ought to reverse the aftermath of the Living Agony technique. If not, any sickness would be particularly brutal for him.

After Adam finished his toast, Paul raised his glass and gestured toward Abel. "Adam mentioned that you're acquainted with the Wonder Doctor, Mr. Abel. If that's true, then I need to ask a favor from you."

Abel's brows knitted slightly; it seemed likely that this would be about Flynn. "What favor would that be, Mr. Murphy?" He enquired, his expression bland.

"It's about Flynn, naturally," Paul explained. "As you know, he suffered a bad head injury. Even though he survived, he has cerebral palsy now. It's a great impertinence, I know, but could you ask the Wonder Doctor if he would be willing to take a look at him?"

Abel said nothing.