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 draped over

and followed him

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

was sitting in the

gently, replying, “No, that won’t be necessary.”

need to be careful against potential scams.

“Perhaps you should come with me after

of being deceived weighed heavily on her. Her entire savings amounted to just over three million, and falling for a scam would be

his eyes, mocking her for stubbornly refusing his help earlier.

parked the car near the building’s entrance and accompanied Doris inside.

to be in her thirties. She was sharp, composed, and exuded the

and

with a nod.

Waylon, a

seller shifted

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

hand, the seller scrutinized Waylon openly.

Adelmar? Mr. Benjamin insisted that I

Doris a somewhat uneasy smile and inquired, “Are you looking to

“Yes,” Doris nodded.