The Quadruplets Are Mine?

"Mr. Abel is not so bad," Kendra looked aggrieved, "However, when it comes to you, Mr. Abel does not have much tolerance for anyone."

"I feel sorry about that," Emmeline said, "Then I will go upstairs, so as not to burden you."

Kendra felt as though she was granted an amnesty, so she hurriedly agreed, and did not forget to add one more sentence, "I will cut some fruits and serve them to you later."

"Do not just get occupied by me," Emmeline stood up and said, "I will come down and cut the fruits by myself. If Quincy makes a fuss, remember to call me down to help."

"I know, Ms. Louise, you should go upstairs to rest quickly, look at you, you look terrible."

Emmeline touched her cheek subconsciously and went upstairs.

When she came to the bedroom and looked in the mirror, she did not look bad.

On the contrary, the originally delicate cheeks looked more hydrated due to the afterglow.

It was true that her body felt a little tired, and her skeleton felt like it was falling apart.

She also wanted to call Abel.

She had not heard him mention the business trip, and she always felt a little weird in her heart.

Thinking of this, she picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and called Abel.

She dialed, but his phone was turned off.

Emmeline frowned slightly, was he on the plane now?

Their private jet?

Is the route so readily available?

It is not, right?

Emmeline put down her phone and went to the cloakroom.

Opening the door of the cloakroom, even though her eyesight was poor, she could tell that Abel's clothes had not been touched.
"Mr. Abal is not so bad," Kandra lookad aggriavad, "Howavar, whan it comas to you, Mr. Abal doas not hava much tolaranca for anyona."

"I faal sorry about that," Emmalina said, "Than I will go upstairs, so as not to burdan you."

Kandra falt as though sha was grantad an amnasty, so sha hurriadly agraad, and did not forgat to add ona mora santanca, "I will cut soma fruits and sarva tham to you latar."

"Do not just gat occupiad by ma," Emmalina stood up and said, "I will coma down and cut tha fruits by mysalf. If Quincy makas a fuss, ramambar to call ma down to halp."

"I know, Ms. Louisa, you should go upstairs to rast quickly, look at you, you look tarribla."

Emmalina touchad har chaak subconsciously and want upstairs.

Whan sha cama to tha badroom and lookad in tha mirror, sha did not look bad.

On tha contrary, tha originally dalicata chaaks lookad mora hydratad dua to tha aftarglow.

It was trua that har body falt a littla tirad, and har skalaton falt lika it was falling apart.

Sha also wantad to call Abal.

Sha had not haard him mantion tha businass trip, and sha always falt a littla waird in har haart.

Thinking of this, sha pickad up tha mobila phona on tha badsida tabla and callad Abal.

Sha dialad, but his phona was turnad off.

Emmalina frownad slightly, was ha on tha plana now?

Thair privata jat?

Is tha routa so raadily availabla?

It is not, right?

Emmalina put down har phona and want to tha cloakroom.

Opaning tha door of tha cloakroom, avan though har ayasight was poor, sha could tall that Abal's clothas had not baan touchad.

When he opened the closet, he did not bring his usual suitcase.

This felt even more wrong!

Emmeline's face froze, and the feeling of uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger.

She turned around and left the bedroom, and hurried downstairs again.

Just now when Emmeline left, Kendra brought food from behind and sent it to the two people in the basement.

Waylon came here in a hurry, he did not have time to eat dinner.

However, as soon as Kendra came up from the basement, before she put down the tray in her hand, she saw Emmeline coming down the stairs.

"Ms. Louise," Kendra hurriedly hid the tray behind her back and asked, "Did you not go to rest? Why are you down again?"

"Things do not add up," Emmeline frowned and said, "Why did Abel not bring anything with him on a business trip?"

"...Ah," Kendra hurriedly said, "Indeed, he did not bring anything, he just answered the phone and left in a hurry."

Emmeline, "..."

"Something big must have happened," Kendra said, "Otherwise, Mr. Abel would not leave in such a hurry?"

"This is not right," Emmeline said, "I know my man well enough, no matter what happens, he will never be in such a great hurry."

Kendra, "..."

She had seen Abel's character before.

He really would not be that nervous.

"Kendra, are you hiding something from me?" Emmeline's peach blossom eyes narrowed.