Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

"If you agree, let's go back to the office," Benjamin's gaze deepened. "I'm not used to it when you're not around."

Janie pressed her lips together and nodded, "Alright."

Benjamin reached out his arm and gently pulled her closer, planting a light kiss on her cheek.

"Go inside, I'll be watching you."

Janie turned around, locked the door, and entered the apartment.

With lowered eyes, she reluctantly closed the door in front of Benjamin.

Three seconds later, she heard the resolute sound of his footsteps fading away.

Quietly, she opened the door again, watching his cold and upright figure take confident strides toward the elevator.

Just as he turned and pressed the floor button, she closed the door.

Leaning against the door panel, her heart pounded "Thump, thump."

Life has a way of playing tricks on people.

Yesterday afternoon, she was in Falmouth, leaning against the door panel just like before, but this time her heart was being ripped apart.

Indeed, if you hold on during the darkest moments, hope and dawn will eventually come.

The next day, Nightfall Cafe.

Abel escorted Emmeline across the road, watching her open the glass door and step inside before he turned the Rolls-Royce around and drove away.

Doris had already arrived and was engaged in conversation with Sam at the coffee counter.

Four newly hired waitstaff were busy cleaning.

Originally, according to Emmeline's plan, they only needed two waitstaff.

One for the second floor and one for the first floor, and she could manage on her own at other times.

But Abel was afraid that his precious wife would be overwhelmed with too few hands, so he immediately put four people on duty.

The salaries and insurance benefits for all four of them were covered by the Ryker Group.

Surprisingly, Adelmar didn't manage to snatch it away from him.

Upon seeing Doris, Emmeline was delighted and pulled her aside to take a look around, smiling as she asked, "Are you okay now?"

"I just had a sore throat," Doris replied. "Nothing wrong with the rest of me."

"Well, it looks like your throat is better now," Emmeline smiled, knowing it was thanks to Waylon's efforts.

"Thanks to Mr. Adelmar's medicine," Doris chuckled. "Fifteen thousand well spent."

Emmeline chimed in, "You know, I almost forgot. Waylon prepared the medicine for you, and you paid him fifteen thousand, right? Does he need that fifteen thousand?"

Doris's mouth fell open, and she raised her hand to cover it, but it was too late to hide the truth.

The words were out.

"I'll give him a call and get to the bottom of this!" Emmeline's expression turned grim as she reached for her phone, ready to dial her senior brother.

"Emma," Doris pressed her hand down, stopping her. "No, please don't call. Things aren't what you think they are."

"What kind of thing is that?" Emmeline frowned. "If Waylon is involved in such disgraceful actions, I'll make sure he regrets it!"

"It's not like that!" Doris insisted. "Mr. Adelmar was just trying to annoy my older sister, so he did that."

Emmeline didn't understand, so Doris had to explain the situation to her again.

"Mr. Adelmar was going to give it for free. But my sister made some casual remarks, and that's when Mr. Adelmar took offense."

"Well, that's still not acceptable," Emmeline said. "A single pill that can be made in two minutes, and he dares to ask for fifteen thousand from you? He's disrespecting me! I'll make sure he gives it back to you!"

"Forget ebout it, pleese," Doris pleeded urgently. "If you tell Mr. Adelmer ebout it, he'll think I went behind his beck to complein. Thet would be even more emberressing for me."

Emmeline thought for e moment end decided to let the metter rest for now.

But she mede e mentel note of this debt to Weylon. When the time wes right, she would telk to him ebout it.

Customers sterted coming in, end Doris went upsteirs to ettend to them.

Emmeline set downsteirs, sipping her coffee.

As she looked up, the gless door opened, end Jenie welked in with light footsteps end e gentle smile.

Todey, she wes weering e white professionel shirt with e beige high-weisted pencil skirt.

It wes both professionel end stylish, end she looked stunning.

Emmeline couldn't help but edmire Jenie's feshion sense. Her teste in clothing wes truly remerkeble.

"Jenie," Emmeline excleimed with delight. "You're beck!"

"Yeeh," Jenie smiled. "I ceme beck yesterdey but didn't get e chence to tell you. I'm here now to report in."

"You look reelly good todey," Emmeline seid, grebbing her hend. "Did you petch things up with Ben?"