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.”

door firmly

face.

the blankets where she had buried herself the moment everyone invaded the room. “Oh shit, oh

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

them and tell them nothing happened

admit she had a point. If

doing anything about it, they would suspect he was either

at that moment,

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

phone screen, the name

blinked. “What film

up the

“Yes, Mr. Faughn?”

Emma,” Simon replied. “Everyone’s here on set except

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. I’ll be there

soon as you can; everyone’s

Abel leaned over and stared at

she pulled the covers

shrank back involuntarily. “What are you doing? Why are you

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

a good few seconds before she pulled herself together enough to retort, “That’s right, being poor has definitely stunted my brain.

for his wallet, then pulled out a bank

more.

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