Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Abel glanced at the time in his backyard home. It was half past noon.

At this moment, Emma should be at the banquet.

Abel chuckled to himself. He poured himself half a glass of white wine and downed it in one. gulp.

A spicy sensation traveled down his throat and warmed his chest, bringing him great pleasure.

Abel wouldn’t have another glass; he wouldn’t allow himself to get drunk.

The banquet ended at two o’clock in the afternoon, and Emmeline returned to her parents” house.

She took off the gold ring and thought about throwing it from the third floor.

After some consideration, she realized it wouldn’t be right because the ring was bought by Abel. She couldn’t throw it away.

But where should I wear it? None of her ten fingers were suitable. She decided to place it in the jewelry box.

She didn’t want those three dresses, not a single one. She picked up the clothes and stuffed them into the trash can.

The trash can couldn’t hold everything. What should I do?

Right, throw them downstairs.

And that suitcase, it was so eye–catching and looked disturbingly conspicuous.

It wasn’t hers either, and she didn’t want it. She decided to drag it downstairs as well.

What else? What else? What else?

Emmeline paced back and forth in the hallway.

wanted to throw everything

suddenly noticed her sister’s

startled.

and took her to the bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma, what’s wrong with you?”

her head and squatted on the floor. “I

loudly, tears streaming down, frightening Hannah, who

rang. It was Abel calling.

called the landline at home, but

to the terrace

Abel asked. “Is Emma okay?”

about her,” Maxwell said coldly. “I’ll

if Emma

now,” Maxwell said. “Hannah is with her.”

on her. Last

Maxwell said, “but you have to promise me one

“What? Tell me.”

a low voice, find a wife and

a month, not even in ten years. I no longer have the heart to do so.

Maxwell held the phone, lost in

four o’clock in the afternoon, the client arrived.

treated the client

until nine o’clock

had been two days since Abel had eaten any pasta. Drinking on an empty

Luca drove and took Abel back to his home at Ryker

hadn’t slept a wink the previous night, as he had been running by Glazier

him in,