The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Benjamin, however, purposefully or not, got in his way, leaving Abel grabbing onto nothing but air.

Wonder Doctor had got into the ICU in the time it took to stop her.

“We’ll see just who you are once you’re out!”

He muttered to himself in a low voice. An hour flew by.

It was only then that the duo left the ward.

Benjamin waved to the crowd. “Mr. Oscar is stable. He should be awake in ten minutes.”

“Thank you.” Abel handed the five- million-dollar check to him.

Benjamin didn’t bother checking it and stuffed it into his pocket.

When Wonder Doctorleft the ICU, Abel halted her in her tracks. “Do you have a moment, Ms. Wonder Doctor?”

Emmeline stopped but did not turn around. “Who do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Abel?”

She lowered her voice, making herself sound different. There was a furrow between his brows at that.

She’s not Emmeline?

He had no choice but to say, “You’ve saved my grandfather twice now. I’d like to ask you out to dinner to express my gratitude.”

“I don’t have time,” she coolly rejected him.

Benjamin chuckled. “Please excuse us, Mr. Abel.”

Abel was at a loss once the elevator doors shut in his face.

Alana could finally heave a sigh of relief. What was I so worried about? Wonder Doctor is not someone the Rykers can afford to cross.

restlessly at the entrance of the ICU as they

yawned and went to the bathroom, wanting to refresh

onto her face to wake

was when she

standing behind her in

mirror’s reflection.

chill ran down

around only to find…no one

be more tired than I thought. She thought to herself and

was standing right behind her when

Ghost!

clamped her

scream.

behind her was none other than

Emmeline?!

horror. Wasn’t Emmeline

the utility room?

is she doing

Am I seeing things?

could feel her knees

under her weight.

hesitate to ruthlessly

Emmeline picked up the dirty rag from the sink and stuffed

“Ack! Blergh!”

The idea of death now sounded like mercy

“Scared?”

the woman’s delicate jaw. “You’re such a horrible person. What a waste beautiful face. It would be moré fitting for you to look like an ugly

spoke, she brandished a

blade rested against

“Oomf!”

from fright

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