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 sister’s

startled. She hugged

and took her to the bedroom, and whispered,

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

sobbed loudly, tears streaming down, frightening Hannah, who

rang. It was Abel calling.

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

the terrace and whispered,

“Is Emma

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

know if Emma is

said. “Hannah

keep an eye on her. Last time, she

let anything happen to Emma again,” Maxwell said, “but you have to promise me one

“What? Tell me.”

in a low voice, find a wife and bring her

even in ten years. I no longer have the heart to do so.

and Maxwell held the phone,

o’clock in the afternoon, the client

treated the client to pasta

nine o’clock

on an empty stomach, he soon

drove and took Abel back to his home at

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

sighed softly, tucked him in, and