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.

throw

Hannah suddenly noticed her sister’s

and was startled.

and took her to the bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma, what’s

on the floor. “I want to die.”

streaming down, frightening Hannah, who held

suddenly rang. It was

usually called the landline at home, but today, he called Maxwell’s phone.

ran to the

Abel asked. “Is Emma okay?”

coldly. “I’ll take care of

Emma is

now,” Maxwell said. “Hannah is

“That’s good. Please keep an eye on her. Last

happen to Emma again,” Maxwell said, “but you have

“What? Tell me.”

said in a low voice, find a

not even in ten years. I no longer have the heart

phone hung up, and Maxwell held

four o’clock in the

the business, Abel treated the

ate pasta until nine o’clock at night.

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

client, Luca drove and took Abel back to his home at Ryker Group.

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

sighed softly, tucked him