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

was startled. She

bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma, what’s wrong with you?”

Emmeline hugged her head and squatted on the floor. “I want

loudly, tears streaming down, frightening Hannah,

rang. It was Abel calling.

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

ran to the terrace and whispered, “Abel.”

asked. “Is Emma okay?”

Maxwell said coldly. “I’ll take

to know if Emma is safe, Abel said weakly.

“Hannah is with

Please keep an eye on her. Last time, she

won’t let anything happen to Emma again,” Maxwell said, “but you have to promise me one thing.”

“What? Tell me.”

in a low voice, find a

not even in ten years.

Maxwell held the phone, lost

o’clock in the afternoon, the

Abel treated the

nine o’clock at night.

Drinking on an empty stomach, he

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

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

sighed softly, tucked him in, and quietly left.