The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Get out of my way,” it was Waylon Adelmar’s cold, calm voice that addressed the bodyguards surrounding Abel. The bodyguards, including Janie, were stunned by the authority in the man’s voice and immediately moved to the side. Waylon immediately grabbed Abel by the arm and pierced his chest with a tiny, almost invisible silver needle.

“What are you doing?!” Luca yelled.

“Take him inside,” Waylon ordered. “He’ll need surgery if we wait any longer.” He instructed the guard to open the front doors.

“Mr. Waylon, Master Adelmar said they’re not welcomed here,” the guard informed him.

“This man’s stomach is bleeding out. Do you really want him to die in front of our gates?” Waylon challenged, leaving the poor guard caught between a rock and a hard place.

“How do I address you?” Abel asked weakly as he looked at the man who had just stuffed needles inside him. He was a tall man with handsome features, no younger than thirty-five or six.

“I’m Waylon Adelmar,” the man said. “And you must be Abel Ryker, I presume?”

“That’s right,” Abel managed.

look very much like you,” Waylon added. “I see where they get their good genes

them actually,” Abel corrected. “Emma’s first child is

my father… Please go inside first, Mr. Ryker. Your condition

you, Mr. Adelmar,” Abel nodded

have to thank me,” Waylon said. “I’m your brother after all. It’s my father

eyes. “I will apologize to

the exact reason why my father refused to see you,” Waylon’s expression darkened.

his heart catapulting. “Wh… what do you mean

sighed, cutting Abel

to hear those five brutal words from Waylon. His vision began to blur and darken as he slowly lost

“We’re still a distance away from the

closely. The cars travelled down a windy path shaded by tall trees and passed by several ornamental pavilions before arriving at a castle-like grand building

off the car and hollered for Luca and Janie to carry an unconscious Abel. A woman dressed in a maid’s uniform came rushing from the building to greet Waylon. She spoke in a

building,” Waylon translated the maid’s message. “Why don’t you bring Mr. Abel to the lounge first? I’ll be with you