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!”

up the phone, Emmeline couldn’t help but feel grateful. Having an older brother, even if not biologically related, was so much

time at home, so she was only aware of their

was home

or you’ll gain weight!” Emmeline teased

could handle 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

than her younger sister, with fair, plump, and radiant skin. Her jet-black hair was cut in a stylish bob.

old, it was her first time introducing a boyfriend

friendly-faced, of average height, and a good match for Hannah. His name was Henrick Grunt.

asked her sister while they were picking vegetables in the

He seems like a good man,” Emaneline

said, her face filled with joy.

good at reading people.

ladies in their fifties

in such frivolous matters!”

ladies’ husbands passed away, and their children are grown up. They’re just enjoying life by dating.

and playfully swatted

give in. “Since I arrived, you’ve been wearing a serious face. I thought you were unhappy

worry about you now, but when will Emma