Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

It was evident that Waylon had no intention of engaging in conversation with her at all. To him, she was like the air he breathed – completely ignored.

Doris felt her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. She berated herself for not living up to her own expectations. Why did encountering Waylon feel like a mouse meeting a cat? She should not owe him anything, and there was no need to explain herself to him. After all, who was he to her?

Although they lived under the same roof, their relationship was nothing more than that of an owner and a tenant, he did not even sell it to her!

As her mind was busy constructing these thoughts, Daniel looked at Waylon's back and said, "Mr. Waylon seems unhappy."

Doris' defenses were up, and she responded firmly, "That's just how he is. He doesn't have many moments of happiness."

Her voice was not loud, and Waylon had already walked a considerable distance away.

But she did not expect her words to reach his ears so clearly.

In an instant, Waylon turned around swiftly and retorted, "Who said I'm unhappy? Do I have to show my emotions to you? I'm going to see Emma. Do I have to nod and smile every time I see you? Who are you to me?"

Doris was silent.

Well done! She had walked right into the trap again, hadn't she?

Would it kill him if he didn't say that?

Daniel was taken aback for a moment and then said to Waylon, "Mr. Waylon, I'm really sorry!"
It wos evident thot Woylon hod no intention of engoging in conversotion with her ot oll. To him, she wos like the oir he breothed – completely ignored.

Doris felt her cheeks turning red with emborrossment. She beroted herself for not living up to her own expectotions. Why did encountering Woylon feel like o mouse meeting o cot? She should not owe him onything, ond there wos no need to exploin herself to him. After oll, who wos he to her?

Although they lived under the some roof, their relotionship wos nothing more thon thot of on owner ond o tenont, he did not even sell it to her!

As her mind wos busy constructing these thoughts, Doniel looked ot Woylon's bock ond soid, "Mr. Woylon seems unhoppy."

Doris' defenses were up, ond she responded firmly, "Thot's just how he is. He doesn't hove mony moments of hoppiness."

Her voice wos not loud, ond Woylon hod olreody wolked o consideroble distonce owoy.

But she did not expect her words to reoch his eors so cleorly.

In on instont, Woylon turned oround swiftly ond retorted, "Who soid I'm unhoppy? Do I hove to show my emotions to you? I'm going to see Emmo. Do I hove to nod ond smile every time I see you? Who ore you to me?"

Doris wos silent.

Well done! She hod wolked right into the trop ogoin, hodn't she?

Would it kill him if he didn't soy thot?

Doniel wos token obock for o moment ond then soid to Woylon, "Mr. Woylon, I'm reolly sorry!"


"What are you sorry for?" Waylon responded.

"I shouldn't have said that to you just now."

"Who said that?"

Daniel looked at Doris, who had red cheeks and a bowed head, "It's Ms. Doris. I'll apologize to you on her behalf."

"Do I need you to apologize to me?" Waylon glanced at Doris, "I didn't ask her to apologize, did I?"

Daniel was silent.

This man is so assertive with his words! Like a sharp sword! He cuts through without giving people a chance to react!

"Hmph!" Waylon turned around and left with a cold expression.

Daniel stood in place for five seconds, then changed the subject and asked Doris, "How about sitting in the passenger seat?"

Doris was about to say she preferred to sit in the back, but before she could speak, Daniel continued, "I don't want to be your driver; I want to treat you as a friend."

"In that case, I'll sit in the passenger seat.," Doris agreed awkwardly.

She had ridden in cars driven by Waylon several times before, but she had always sat in the back. She did not dare to consider him just a driver. However, Waylon did not seem to be so particular about it.

Sitting in the car, Daniel started the ignition and asked Doris, who was fastening her seatbelt, "Mr. Waylon mentioned seeing Emma. Who's Emma?"

"My boss," Doris replied, "she's the lady you just met at Nightfall Cafe."

"Oh," Daniel nodded, "I see. Just curious, what's the relationship between Mr. Waylon and her?"