The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Hmph.” Abel smiled coldly and answered, “Benjamin, are you talking nonsense? I’m a man with responsibility; of course I’ll seek justice for Emmeline. This is not related to my feelings for her.”

“If she’s still alive, how will you face her?” Benjamin stared at him.

He pondered for a while and asked, “Is she still alive?”

“What if she is?”

“I don’t have any feelings for her.” He answered calmly, “I didn’t love her back then, so I guess I won’t love her now either.”

Benjamin lowered his head and remained silent.

“Let’s drink,” Abel said. “Don’t talk about the nonsense.”

Benjamin waved his hand and signaled the bartender to come over. Before they knew it, they had finished a bottle of hard liquor. Abel ordered another bottle of XO. The two of them were not in a good mood, so they drank hastily. Both of them were drunk, and Benjamin started to cry.

“You’re useless!” Abel laughed at him and said, “You’re a man; why are you crying?”

Benjamin sobbed and answered, “You’re drugged by Waylon, and you forgot about your love for Emma! What about me? What about her? How could you know our feelings?”

Abel frowned and asked, “Benjamin, what did you just say? What did Waylon do to me?”

and said, “I’m drunk and simply talking

heard you saying that Waylon did something

fed you the medicine for your stomach!” Benjamin said, “It seems like you totally forgot

has been okay recently.” He said, “The drug from your family is

is!” Benjamin said, “If not, how can you be so relaxed nowadays?”

said, “Since when I’m cruel? Look at me?

of us

on

Abel said. “Let’s send you

“your cheeks are so red as if you’re a

for the night.” They

back at

drunk,

here at the right time;

up to rest.” She wanted

hands away and said. “Our matter is still unresolved;

lady; I won’t be forcing you to be responsible for me. We can let

bastard for it; you