The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 151

Quentin had no choice. He bent down, preparing to give Alana CPR.

Before he could do so, Alana drew in a deep gulp of air and wheezed, “I…I’m much better now.”

Quentin straightened up, feeling considerably relieved; however, he could not help being somewhat disappointed as well.

Alana took another few labored breaths, then gave Abel her most pitiful look.

Abel deliberately averted his gaze and refused to look at her. Instead, he told Quentin, “Take her back to the hospital, Dr. Anderson. Make sure nothing happens to her.”

“Abel…” Alana protested, pouting

all teary-eyed like a spoiled child.

“I’ll visit you later.” Abel gestured impatiently and turned away.

“Let’s go, Ms. Lane,” Dr. Anderson murmured, wheeling her downstairs.

“All of you, leave now,” Abel ordered. “Everything’s fine here.”

Luca hurriedly ushered everyone out of the room like a mother hen herding a disobedient brood.

Abel stopped him at the door before he left as well. “Luca, give the children breakfast, then send them to kindergarten.”

“Yes, Mr. Abel. I’ll do that.”

shut the door firmly in

face.

herself the moment everyone invaded the room. “Oh shit, oh shit, how the hell am I going to show my face

done anything we shouldn’t,” Abel said placatingly. “There’s no need to fear rumors if we

nothing happened

to admit she had a point. If

woman in his arms without doing anything about it, they would suspect he was either lying or

at that moment,

he had just bitten down on a lemon. It must be Benjamin, calling to

at her phone screen, the name on

set?” Abel blinked.

already snatched up the

“Yes, Mr. Faughn?”

Simon replied. “Everyone’s here on

recall that she had taken on a stunt job with the film crew. Her face burned. “Yes, yes, everything’s okay. I haven’t forgotten about the stunt job, Mr. Faughn! Something came up, that’s all.

as you

leaned over and stared

she pulled the covers up over

involuntarily. “What are you doing? Why are you

eyed her narrowly. “Emmeline Louise, are you out of your mind, taking a

few seconds before she pulled herself together enough to retort, “That’s right, being poor has definitely stunted my brain. The coffee shop isn’t a booming business like yours,

then pulled out a bank card. “Is ten million enough? If not, I can give

more.

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