Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 1473 I No Longer Have That Heart 

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 everything

Hannah suddenly noticed her sister’s

startled.

and took her to the bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma,

and squatted on

streaming down, frightening Hannah, who held

rang. It

landline at home, but today, he

ran to the terrace and whispered, “Abel.”

Abel asked. “Is Emma

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

if Emma

Maxwell said. “Hannah is

Please keep an eye on her.

said, “but you have to promise me one thing.”

“What? Tell me.”

said in a low voice,

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

hung up, and Maxwell held the phone,

four o’clock in the afternoon, the client

treated the client to pasta at

pasta until nine o’clock at night.

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

drove and took Abel back to

the pillow, Abel fell into a deep sleep. He hadn’t

sighed softly, tucked him in, and

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