Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

“Emma, help Albus with the things,” Kimberly instructed while making her way over, saying warmly, “Look at Albus, still being polite and bringing so many gifts.”

Emmeline felt a rush of blood to her head, feeling somewhat dizzy. At the same time, she also felt a stomachache that made it hard for her to stand upright.

“Emma, please make some tea for our guest,” Kimberly cheerfully ordered. “Albus, you can have tea in the living room while waiting for lunch.”

Emmeline felt like her world was ending.

“He’s the one your mother arranged for you?” Hannah asked with a playful smile. “He looks nice!”

“You can have him all you want,” Emmeline replied coldly, feeling her stomach about to explode from the pent-up anger.

“Emma, you’re not working today?” Albus approached, smiling awkwardly as he addressed Emmeline.

“I’m on summer break,” Emmeline replied, her face hanging low.

“Oh, right, it’s summer break.”

“Henrick, could you please keep our guest company? Emmeline said to Henrick. “I’ll go help Mom.”

Henrick quickly approached and poured a cup of tea for Albus.

“Emma, Henrick is also a guest. You’re making a mess of things,” Kimberly frowned.

Emmeline didn’t respond and stormed into the study, slamming the door shut.

Soon, the meal was served. Everyone sat down happily at the table, but Emmeline was still in the study.

study and said, “Stop being dramatic; everyone is waiting

the desk and

“Come on, go have lunch.

replied hoarsely, “Hannah, my stomach

thought her sister was trying

serious. It hurts really badly; my intestines and

she looked sallow, drenched in sweat. Startled, she asked,

know; it hurts really badly.” Emmeline said

that Albus.”

be

Emmeline was starting to struggle with the

Kimberly came in and said, “Emma, come

lunch.”

you spare

for you. How can you be so unreasonable?” Kimberly

has a

fine a moment ago.” Kimberly reached out to grab

hurts. It’s killing

games.” Kimberly pulled Emmeline’s hand. “Hurry up;

Emmeline burst into tears.

seeing the situation, asked, “What’s going

hurts. She’s probably finding an excuse not to go out for lunch,” Hannah said. “But

slumping in her chair. “Why won’t any of

it hurt?” Henrick squatted down, noticing