The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Waylon quickly closed the door and locked Emmeline outside.

“Abel!”

Emmeline fell on the door. Her entire body was shaking. “What happened to you, Abel? Please tell me!”

“Go away!” In the study, Abel growled. “Don’t come close to me. Don’t let me see you. Go away no!”

“Did the symptoms appear again? Please let me look at you! I can help you!”

“Go away! I’m telling you to go away!”

“I’m here, Emma. I’ll take care of him,” Waylon said to Emmeline through the door. “You should go back to your room.”

“But I want to know Abel’s condition,” Emmeline said while knocking on the door. “Is he in a lot of pain?”

“You can imagine that he is,” Waylon said with a frown. “Abel doesn’t want you to see him. You should leave now. If you don’t, you’ll only agitate him further.”

“…”

taking Abel to the

will deteriorate if he keeps on

only thing that can stop him from going insane from the pain! We have no

go away then.

up. “Emma is gone, Abel.

said hoarsely through gritted

dragged him out of the study and

hour later, Abel finally calmed down in

terrible shape. Blood seeped from the cracks of his skin and stained

away from Emma, right?

Abel said between gasps of air. “I dreamed that I was with

“D*mn it! How do you control

in your antidote? I don’t think I can bear with this for much

can,” Waylon said confidently, “But you need to give me time. Do you think I’m baking a cake? If I can develop the

Emma. Should I stop sleeping as well?

know how to help you!” Waylon said while

did not know what to do