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

suddenly noticed her sister’s unus

startled. She

the bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma, what’s wrong

hugged her head and squatted on the floor. “I want to die.”

streaming down, frightening Hannah, who held her tightly.

phone suddenly rang. It was Abel calling.

home,

to the

asked. “Is

coldly. “I’ll take care of

need to know if Emma is safe, Abel said weakly.

now,” Maxwell said. “Hannah is

swallowed. “That’s good. Please keep an eye on

won’t let anything happen to Emma again,” Maxwell said, “but you have

“What? Tell me.”

low voice, find a wife and bring her home.”

not even in ten years. I no

up, and Maxwell held the phone, lost in thought.

the afternoon, the client arrived.

finishing the business, Abel treated the client to pasta at

pasta until nine

since Abel had eaten any pasta. Drinking on an empty

seeing off the client, Luca drove and took Abel back to his home at Ryker

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

sighed softly, tucked him in, and