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!”

who bought him the work permit; it was his uncle from his biological family.

you mean?” Scott asked,

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

revelation. He had never

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

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

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

become complicated, Scott admitted,

idea.

he retrieved his phone from his pocket and handed it to her,

called you from their landline. What was that number?” She began to browse through her father’s phone’s

number?” he asked. “Alana, you’re not

own business; I know what I’m doing!” Alana took

daughter intently. “Don’t do