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.

Adelmar…” Abel began. “I’m very grateful for your help, but until I see Emma with my own eyes,

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

of my four children,” Abel bit out. “You don’t have any right to

she’s on the cusp of death. She can’t see

no matter what,” Abel insisted, trying to stand up from the sofa. “I’m

way,” Robert was as unmoving as a mountain. “You’re not getting anywhere

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

didn’t you?” Robert’s chest puffed up. “Oscar Ryker may have held a 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 of me

you mean?” Abel did not fully understand the old

I can’t be bothered to explain it all to

allow me

tone held a sharp edge. “Why would you

man walking?!” Janie gasped. “What did you

are you, and how dare you speak to me