Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

“My mom is still in the dark, Emmeline disclosed. ‘She believes everything is going smoothly.”

With a concerned expression. Albus asked, “What would you like me to do then, Emma? Please, tell me, I’m all ears.”

She furrowed her brow and responded, “How can I possibly advise you on what to do? I came here simply to ask you not to reveal the truth to my mother.”

In a rush, he suggested, “Then, I’ll disclose everything to my mother, and we can return to the way things were!

Emmeline cautioned, “I want to be clear–I don’t have feelings for you. This was my mother’s wishful thinking from the start, so our prospects might not align with your expectations. For now, I just want to spare my mother the heartbreak.”

Albus face grew pallid, and he hung his head as he admitted, “I understand.”

“Then, why do you persist?” she questioned. “You shouldn’t have come to my house in the first place!”

With eagerness, he looked up and declared. ‘I have feelings for you, Emma. I’ve felt this way since the first moment I saw you. Please, allow me to cherish you for the rest of my life!”

Turning away to avoid his gaze, she softly expressed, I only wish to console my mother. We don’t have a future together.”

“What do you mean?” he asked with anxiety, ‘Is this a temporary plan?”

Emmeline briefly hesitated, reaffirming that the plan was indeed temporary. She clung to the hope that her mother would eventually overcome her depression, climinating the need for further insistence on this matter and allowing it to fade into oblivion.

the chair and headed toward the door, “Let’s discuss this another day;

to stop her. “Let me take

necessary! Emmeline replied, evading

heavy handbag slipped from her grasp and hit

zipper on the handbag opened, and two bundles

his confusion,

open, revealing a beautiful woman in her mid–twenties. The

was the equivalent of two years‘ salary for an ordinary worker at Altney Steel at that

it to Emmeline,

the money to her handbag, and exited

calling. “Emma, let me treat you to a meal

about it later,” she replied without turning

closely. She watched

gleamed as she cornered Albus and inquired, “You’re incredible! Where did you find this affluent and beautiful lady? That car alone must be

Albus responded, “Her name is Emmeline, and we’re on the verge of getting engaged.”

are you planning the

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haven’t settled on a date yet, Albus admitted, scratching his head.

the lady luck would gladly accept such a gift. Let’s head back and talk

right, Sophia. You have a way with