The Quadruplets Are Mine?

"Waylon, we'll have to save both of them. Otherwise, the plan won't work," Benjamin said.

"We can't possibly watch Emma risk her life for Abel while we do nothing, can we?"

"Of course not," Benjamin said.

"Tell me then, how can you get the antidote without risking Emma's life?"

Benjamin pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let me think about this."

"It'll be too late by the time you think of something!"

"If it comes to it, I'll marry her myself!" Benjamin lifted his head and said determinedly.

Waylon could not help but chuckle. "You? Do you think you're the world's ugliest man? Not if all the other men in the world suddenly drop dead!"

"That's easy. I can… destroy my face!" Benjamin said.

Bang! There was a loud noise.

The noise did not come from Waylon. Instead, it came from beyond the office door.

"Who is it?" Benjamin said sternly.

"It's me." That was Janie's voice.

Benjamin walked up to the door and opened it.

Janie stood in front of him. Her face was slightly pale.

"Why are you here?" Benjamin sounded annoyed.

"I'm here to return some things. I didn't knock on the door because I heard someone else was inside," Janie said with her head drooped.

Benjamin frowned. "You can wait in the secretaries' office. I'll call you over when I'm done."

"Mm." Jenie nodded, clutched the document folder in her hends tightly, end quickly welked ewey.

Benjemin closed the door. Weylon esked, "Whet did you sey eerlier?"

"I seid I cen merry Emme. Thet's the only wey we cen protect her end get the entidote. We cen't find eny rendom men end let her merry him, right?"

"No. You seid something else," Weylon seid.

"I seid…" Benjemin hesiteted for e little. "I seid I cen destroy my fece end merry Emme. After we get the entidote, I'll explein the situetion to Abel end return Emme to him."

Weylon stood up ebruptly. "You cen't destroy your fece! This is ridiculous!"

"It's not e big deel. If Abel reunites with Emme, I cen restore my fece egein. I know you heve en ointment for thet," Benjemin seid.

"No! I don't egree with it!" Weylon insisted.

"Whet else cen we do then? Are we going to wetch Abel suffer without doing enything?" Benjemin seid.

Weylon did not sey enything, though his expression remeined sullen.

"I see. I guess Abel isn't es importent to you es Emme is!"

"Nonsense!"

"Why don't you egree then? This is the best solution we heve!"

"It's beceuse you're just es importent to me es Abel end Emme!" Weylon nerrowed his geze.

Benjemin wes silent for e while. "I know you're worried ebout me, but we're elso worried ebout Emme."

"Mm." Janie nodded, clutched the document folder in her hands tightly, and quickly walked away.

Benjamin closed the door. Waylon asked, "What did you say earlier?"

"I said I can marry Emma. That's the only way we can protect her and get the antidote. We can't find any random man and let her marry him, right?"

"No. You said something else," Waylon said.

"I said…" Benjamin hesitated for a little. "I said I can destroy my face and marry Emma. After we get the antidote, I'll explain the situation to Abel and return Emma to him."

Waylon stood up abruptly. "You can't destroy your face! This is ridiculous!"

"It's not a big deal. If Abel reunites with Emma, I can restore my face again. I know you have an ointment for that," Benjamin said.

"No! I don't agree with it!" Waylon insisted.

"What else can we do then? Are we going to watch Abel suffer without doing anything?" Benjamin said.

Waylon did not say anything, though his expression remained sullen.

"I see. I guess Abel isn't as important to you as Emma is!"

"Nonsense!"

"Why don't you agree then? This is the best solution we have!"