The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel looked much better after finishing Janie’s soup. He stood up, thinking of going into Emma’s bedroom once again, but he was immediately paralyzed by the chronic pain in his abdomen. The pain was so excruciating that it drained all the color from his face in an instant and caused him to break out in cold sweat.

“Arrghhhh… d*mn it!” Abel cursed.

“Mr. Abel, are you alright?” Luca immediately went to his aid.

“Blerghhhhh…” Before he knew it, Abel had involuntarily vomited blood and soup all over the floor.

“Mr. Abel! Mr. Abel!” Luca exclaimed in shock as he rushed to sit Abel back down on the sofa.

“This is terrible. Why can’t my stomach just behave?” he moaned in pain.

“I’ll get a doctor. Hang in there, Mr. Abel!” Luca said before rushing out of the door.

Benjamin and Janie were chatting on the ground floor when Luca rushed in gasping for breath, shocking the both of them.

“Luca, what’s wrong?” Benjamin asked, getting on his feet.

a doctor! Mr. Abel is not doing

room upstairs only to find Abel lying weakly on the sofa. The room was filled with the

you feeling?” Benjamin almost yelled, but Abel was not able

call a doctor right now!” Janie

minutes later, a few doctors and nurses arrived from the main hospital wing. They immediately carted Abel onto a stretcher and into an ambulance upon assessing his condition. Luca followed beside

with Emma. I’ll keep an

with Luca! He doesn’t know anyone

once again. As he took in his surroundings, he found himself in a hospital ward. Luca was

Emma’s side! I

Luca stopped him from getting off the bed. “The doctors say your stomach bleeding is in critical condition. You

under the knife right now. I need to be with Emma!” He pulled out the needles attached to his skin forcefully and bolted out of the ward in slippers before Luca could stop him. He ran into the elevator, pressing for the first floor and immediately running back toward the building where Emma was in. However, moments later, pain took over his stomach and body once again and

out his last

again, it was already bright outside. Waylon Adelmar was seated by his side

weakly. “I can’t be here. I need to be

need treatment,” Waylon

so easily,” Abel argued. “I’m a lover of life, don’t you know? If I receive surgery now, I won’t be able to get out