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 away.

Hannah suddenly noticed her

startled.

bedroom, and whispered,

her head and squatted on the floor. “I

frightening Hannah, who held her

phone suddenly rang. It

the landline at home,

ran to the terrace and whispered,

asked. “Is Emma okay?”

coldly. “I’ll

need to know if Emma

now,” Maxwell said. “Hannah is

Please keep an eye on her. Last time, she cut her wrist…

Emma again,” Maxwell said, “but

“What? Tell me.”

a month,” Maxwell said in a low voice, find a wife and bring

a month, not even in ten years. I no longer have

Maxwell held the phone, lost

four o’clock in the afternoon, the client

Abel treated the client to pasta at the

until nine o’clock at

been two days since Abel had eaten any pasta. Drinking on an empty stomach, he soon felt

drove and took Abel back to his

a deep sleep. He hadn’t slept a wink the previous night, as he had been running by Glazier Lake.

softly, tucked him in, and