The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Luca and Janie were visibly nervous too. Benjamin looked down and gave his nose a little pinch, as if to comfort himself. Waylon gently pushed the heavy door open.

The room was a tastefully decorated waiting lounge, filled with warm lights and the scent of fresh flowers. There were two maids in the room who immediately greeted Waylon with a polite bow. Beyond the lounge was another door.

“You may leave the room. I have some guests,” Waylon instructed the maids.

Abel glanced intently at the door, wondering if Emma was beyond those doors.

“This is usually where I spend some time with Emma. My father spends half his days here as well,” Waylon informed Abel.

“I want to see her,” Abel urged. “Is she in there?”

Benjamin walked to the door and opened it, motioning for Abel to step inside first. Abel immediately found Emma lying unconscious on a white king-sized bed covered in pristine white sheets. She was completely still and silent, almost like a wax figure. Abel froze in disbelief. Was his Emma… dead?

a firm grip on his arm. Abel

let me see

have brought you here, but you cannot

Abel asked in surprise. Only God knew how long he had dreamed of the day where he could hold Emma in his arms once again. He would never let her go ever

that’s working to extricate the bullet from her body. If you move her, you will undo all the progress

mean…” Abel inhaled deeply. “… there’s still hope for

“The bullet had pierced through Emma’s cardiovascular artery. If it was any other normal person, they would’ve died on the spot, but Emma managed to shut down her meridian points at the very last minute which gave her a fighting chance. We’ve already consulted with the best doctors around the world. Unfortunately, they’ve all agreed that they would not be able to retrieve the bullet via surgery, so we

“leaving it all up to fate”. If Emma was able to overcome this brutal process, she would be out of the woods. If she could not,

in front of her bed. “Please, I’m begging you. You must hang in there

her, you may return home, Abel…” Waylon

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m