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

and was startled.

her to the bedroom, and whispered,

her head and squatted on the floor. “I

tears streaming down, frightening

suddenly rang. It was Abel

called the landline at home, but today, he called

to the terrace and whispered, “Abel.”

Abel asked. “Is Emma

her,” Maxwell said coldly. “I’ll

if Emma is safe, Abel said

Maxwell said. “Hannah

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

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

“What? Tell me.”

a low voice, find a wife and bring

in a month, not even in ten years. I no longer have the heart to do so. I’m sorry.”

phone hung up, and Maxwell held the phone, lost

o’clock in the afternoon,

the business, Abel treated the client to pasta

ate pasta until nine o’clock

two days since Abel had eaten any pasta. Drinking on an empty

and took Abel back to his home at Ryker Group.

his head touched the pillow, Abel fell into a deep sleep. He hadn’t slept a wink the previous night, as he

softly, tucked him in, and quietly