The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“It’s all… up to fate…?” Abel’s face paled as he stammered. “Has she…”

Robert could not bring himself to answer Abel either, but his eyes began to well up with tears. Emmeline’s injuries were so severe that only a higher power could save her now.

“Ughhh…” Abel clutched his abdomen and writhed in pain all of a sudden before throwing up all over the sofa. Robert stalked over and clapped him on the back twice with some force. To Abel’s surprise, the pain in his abdomen reduced drastically.

“Your stomach ulcers are extremely severe. Your stomach is bleeding out. You’ll die soon without treatment,” Robert said as a matter-of-factly.

“I’m not in any position to care for myself now,” Abel argued. “I have to see Emma.”

“Take this medicine first,” Robert insisted as he fished out a small plastic film with some brown powder inside. “Get someone to mix this into a drink for you!”

“Thank you, Master Adelmar!” Luca exclaimed as he reached his hand out to receive the medicine, but his hand was swatted away by Abel instead. Abel grabbed the medicine bag himself, opened it and poured the contents on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Robert raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Mr. Abel…” Luca and Janie were equally dumbfounded.

I see Emma with my own eyes, I will not be

him off. “You should be thankful I’m not pursuing charges against you, and now you have the gall

Abel bit out. “You don’t have

cusp of death. She can’t see or hear you!” Robert was on the verge

her no matter what,” Abel insisted, trying to stand

as unmoving as a mountain.

do you have to be so cruel?” Abel asked. “Is it because of the feud between the Rykers and

grudge against the Adelmars, but we certainly don’t bear any ill will toward the Rykers. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even be standing in front

mean?” Abel did

your grandfather. I can’t be bothered to explain it all to you…” Robert

a moment before speaking. “If you won’t allow me to see Emma, can I

a sharp edge. “Why would you want to meet a

walking?!” Janie gasped. “What

a sharp glance. “Who are you, and how dare you speak