Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Waylon questioned himself internally, Should I be happy for her or not?

He wasn’t experiencing any strong sense of joy, but realizing he did feel a sense of relief seeing her so elated was perplexing. What kind of logic was this?

Waylon struggled to understand his feelings.

“Which sales office are you headed to?” he asked casually, masking his emotion.

Doris responded, “Starhill Garden. A property conveniently located nearby the city center.”

Waylon, rising from his seat, offered, “I can drive you there. You seem to be in quite a rush, and the seller might grow impatient and reconsider if you take too long.”

Caught off guard, Doris quickly declined his offer. “No, that’s alright. I can manage on my own. You just got home, and you should rest.”

“I’m not tired.”

Doris insisted, “I don’t want to trouble you. I’ve already been enough of a burden.”

He answered sternly, “One more time won’t make a difference.”

What? Do I have to shamelessly insist on going with her?

With a firm tone, he declared, “It’s no trouble at all! Consider this a final gesture. Since you’re planning to move out soon, you won’t have the opportunity to trouble me anymore.”

Truthfully, she was upset with his response.

her response, Waylon reached for his suit jacket

complied and followed him

minutes later, they arrived at the cafe adjacent to the Starhill Garden sales office.

seat, Waylon turned to Doris, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and asked, “Do you want me to accompany

her head gently, replying, “No, that

casting a sidelong glance at her. “You need to be careful against potential scams. Are you sure you

replied, “Perhaps you should come

savings amounted to just over three million, and falling for

mocking her for stubbornly refusing his help earlier.

the building’s entrance

by the window was Ms. Haider, and opposite her sat a woman appearing to be in her thirties. She was

Haider quickly rose to her feet and warmly greeted her. “Ms.

with a

brief introduction, “This is Waylon, a close friend. He’s here

the seller shifted their attention

lowered her head shyly, avoiding direct eye contact with him. His presence was formidable, and he

other hand, the seller scrutinized Waylon

Mr. Adelmar? Mr. Benjamin insisted that I play

somewhat uneasy smile and inquired, “Are you looking to

“Yes,” Doris nodded.