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

let me see her…”

her by all means, or else I wouldn’t have brought you here,

Only God knew how long he had dreamed of the day where

If you move her, you will undo

deeply. “… there’s still hope

around the world. Unfortunately, they’ve all agreed that they would not be able to retrieve the bullet via surgery, so we finally decided on using this device to slowly extricate the bullet. Emma is also consuming a special supplement formulated by our family that helps to repair her damaged artery, but no one

what Waylon and Robert Adelmar meant by “leaving it all up to fate”. If Emma was able to overcome this

fell to his knees in front of her bed. “Please, I’m begging you. You must hang in there and overcome this! Our children are still waiting for you… I’m

her, you may return home,

his head. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here with Emma until she wakes up!”