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?

tried to lurch forward, but Waylon held him back with a firm grip on his arm. Abel tried to wrestle himself out,

me see

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

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

you move her, you will undo all the progress that’s

“… there’s

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

meant by “leaving it all up to fate”. If Emma was able to overcome this brutal process, she would be out of the

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

you’ve seen her, you

going anywhere. I’m staying here with Emma until she wakes up!” Abel