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.

response, Waylon reached for his suit jacket draped over

and followed him out the

later, they arrived at the cafe

the passenger seat, and asked, “Do you want me

gently, replying,

remarked, casting a sidelong glance at her. “You need to be careful against potential scams. Are you sure you don’t need a second

should come with me after

savings amounted to just over three million, and falling for

eyes, mocking her for stubbornly refusing his help earlier.

the building’s entrance and accompanied Doris

Haider, and opposite her sat a woman appearing to be in her thirties. She was sharp, composed, and exuded the air of a career woman.

and warmly greeted her. “Ms. Doris,

with a nod.

turned to make a brief introduction, “This is Waylon, a close friend.

the seller shifted their

presence was formidable, and he suffocated her when she

hand, the seller scrutinized Waylon openly.

to herself, Could this be Mr. Adelmar? Mr. Benjamin insisted that I play my part convincingly. I can’t let them down!

smile and inquired, “Are you looking

“Yes,” Doris nodded.