Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

“That’s different. I’m concerned about your well-being, alright?” Abel sighed softly. “You don’t know how afraid I am for your safety. I’d rather risk my life!”

“How about I start writing dream journals and send them to you every day?” Emmeline teased him.

“That works too,” Abel chuckled.

“Forget it!” She changed the subject. “How are you feeling? Is your rib still hurting?”

He laughed. “It’s not as painful anymore. I think it’s healing. Don’t worry. Your big brother is as tough as a bull.”

“You’re something else, but you still need to take it easy Emmeline said, feeling relieved.

“Yeah, I will. And you, be good and don’t run around.”

“But, Abel.” Emmeline hesitated. “Mom’s mental state isn’t great, and I’m worried.”

“Depression can be tough,” Abel comforted her. “I’ll inquire about esoteric medicine. We can try giving Mom herbal remedies.”

“Okay, when are you coming home?”

“Whenever, I guess.”

“Alright!”

brother, even if not biologically related, was so

as an accountant at a chemical company in Ravenshell. She didn’t spend much time at home, so she was only aware of their mother’s condition but hadn’t truly

was home when Emmeline came home

or you’ll gain weight!”

it all. Emmeline once witnessed her sister devouring food at lightning speed, making them disappear in a matter of seconds. It was truly astonishing, and Emmeline was

plump, and radiant skin. Her jet-black hair was cut in

time, Hannah brought her boyfriend along. At twenty-three years old, it was her

was spirited, friendly-faced, of average height, and a good match for Hannah.

Henrick?” Hannah asked her sister while they were picking

kind-hearted types. He seems like a good man,” Emaneline replied. with a

decent,” Hannah said, her face

good at reading people. Kimberly’s voice came from

are ladies in their fifties at our workplace who are dating and

in such

passed away, and their children are grown up. They’re just enjoying life by dating. older boyfriends. Isn’t that living life to the

mom then grabbed a celery stalk and playfully swatted

arrived, you’ve been wearing a serious face. I

to worry about you now, but when will Emma put me at