The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Luca quickly hoisted Abel back onto the bed and covered him with some blankets.

“Mr. Waylon, how is Ms. Emma?” Luca asked.

Waylon’s expression was glum. “What would Abel do if he knew Emma could not be saved?” he asked.

Luca immediately dropped to his knees. “No, that won’t do, Mr. Waylon! Mr. Abel definitely won’t survive if Ms. Emma dies! He’s already on the brink of death… I might as well die here and be buried with them on Osea too!” he cried out loud. “Please save them, Mr. Waylon. If there’s anyone who can save them, it’s you!”

“I can save Abel, but Emma… She…” Waylon choked.

Luca’s eyes widened. Did that mean that Ms. Emma had…? “What about Mr. Abel? We can’t let him die…”

“I won’t let him die,” Waylon said with determination. “He’s still the father of Emma’s four children.”

“But if Ms. Emma is dead, Mr. Abel would not want to live anymore. He wouldn’t have the willpower to go through surgery and treatment…” Luca worried.

a packet of powdered medicine from his pocket. “Mix this with

from Waylon and mixed it into

kick up a fuss about wanting to see Emma again, but he was surprisingly calm this time around. Abel just stared at the ceiling for a while before letting out a long sigh. “I wonder how

It was not that he did not miss them, but rather that he had no one to talk to about the children since Emma was not by his side. Luca felt a deep sense of

to return home. I’m sure the children

why don’t we return

argue about being by Ms. Emma’s side any longer? Did he just say he wanted to return home? Luca was almost afraid that he had heard Abel wrongly. Did Mr. Abel go

Emma his special treatment, but it did not seem to

are you feeling better?”

softly. “I was just telling Luca I was thinking of returning to Struyria soon. There’s still a

widened in shock as he stared

wrong?” Abel looked confused. “Why are

of answering Abel,