Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

“Why do you keep bringing up these issues?” Scott’s brow furrowed as he questioned, “Didn’t I bring you and your mother here?”

“It’s too late!” Alana sighed deeply. I’ve struggled in the countryside for over a decade, and it’s taken a toll on me.

“How is that even possible? Weren’t we all originally from the countryside?” He furrowed his brows in confusion. “If that’s the case, it must be inherent in your nature!”

“You’re still trying to argue and shift the blame!” She sobbed, her voice quivering. “This is all because of you. Look at Emmeline; she’s been treated like a princess because of her parents love and Abel’s protection. What have you given me? Tell me!”

“I know I’ve let you down, Scott admitted, lowering his head. “And now I’m trying to make it up to you. I arranged for you to be with Abel, hoping you’d find a good man to love you in the future. But there are underlying reasons for certain decisions.

“Are you suggesting it’s my fault?” Alana retorted with a cold tone.

Just like Abel,” he said. “If my memory serves me right, his father bought him a work permit during his teenage years, and he ventured to the countryside to work. However, when you observe his diligence and ambition, it becomes evident that these qualities define him, a fact even his father readily acknowledges. His background, whether countryside or otherwise, is irrelevant!”

wasn’t his father who bought him the work permit; it was his uncle from his biological family. Abel has no blood relation to Emmeline! He

Scott asked, taken aback. “They’re

that coming, did you?” Alana smirked. “Your chess piece was

genuinely stunned by this revelation. He had never

confessed, “Dad, you’ve placed me in quite a predicament. It would be simpler if I hadn’t fallen in love with Abel, but my love for him runs deep and passionate. I’m unsure how to navigate this

is my fault. I should have investigated more thoroughly.” He gently wiped away her tears. “Plenty of good men are out there, and I will

for Abel,” she insisted, pushing her father away. “I can’t imagine being

matter has become complicated, Scott

suddenly had an idea. “Let me use

phone from his pocket and handed it to her, “Who do you need to

was at Abel’s house,” she began. I intentionally called you from their landline. What was that number?” She began to browse through

he asked. “Alana, you’re not planning to

doing!” Alana took out her phone and saved the

daughter intently. “Don’t do anything rash, especially this