The Quadruplets Are Mine?

"The children are here," Waylon said as he squatted down, holding the two infants. "They are perfectly fine, don't worry."

Doris, tears welling up, glanced at her children and then turned her deep, glistening eyes towards Waylon. In a hoarse voice, she said, "Master Adelmar, thank you so much."

Upon hearing her words, Waylon furrowed his brows and replied, "Your vocal cords are injured. Don't speak for now. I'll take you to the hospital."

Doris：”......”

No wonder she felt a burning sensation and pain in her throat. It must have been the smoke she inhaled, causing a burn in her throat.

Robert quickly squatted down to support Doris, and Janie also helped as they all entered the elevator.

Upon exiting the elevator, they ran into Abel and Benjamin.

The two men, upon seeing Robert, rushed over and yelled, "Emma, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Robert said, "It's just that Doris' vocal cords were burned by the fire. We need to take her to the hospital."

"Luca!" Abel called out, turning around. "Get over here!"

Luca hurriedly rushed over and offered support to Doris, leading her towards where the car was parked.

Benjamin noticed Janie and furrowed his brow, asking "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Janie replied with a gentle shrug.

Benjamin always noticed Robert.

She understood, not feeling jealous, but her heart couldn't help but feel a pang of sweetness.

Abel grabbed hold of Robert, thoroughly inspecting her from head to toe, ensuring she was unharmed, and then embraced her tightly.

"How could this happen?" Benjamin's brows furrowed as he saw Robert was unharmed, feeling relieved.

"It's all my fault!" Mrs. Flores sobbed, "I cooked porridge and put the children to sleep. The pot ran dry and caught fire. We were trapped in the bedroom and couldn't escape. Thankfully, Master Adelmar arrived; otherwise, we would have been done for."

"Let's all go to the hospital for a check-up," Abel told Mrs. Flores. "There's a car waiting behind."

Half an hour later, everyone arrived at the hospital.

Mrs. Flores and the two infants were confirmed unharmed.

Doris suffered burns to her vocal cords and needed hospitalization.

She looked at Waylon, as well as Robert and the others behind him, her eyes red.

"Master Adelmar, I owe you again," she said, "This time you saved both of my children, and I can't repay you."

Waylon cleared his throat and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Your throat is injured, so don't speak."

Doris nodded in agreement and sealed her lips.

But tears flowed uncontrollably.

Just thinking about it, she felt a wave of fear!

If it weren't for Waylon rushing in without hesitation, her two precious babies would have perished in the flames.

Then, what is the point of her being alive?

Doris's sister, Jennie, arrived upon hearing the news, and everyone left the hospital room.

It wasn't appropriate for everyone to crowd in the corridor, so Robert suggested Janie go back.

"Alright," Janie said, "If you need anything, let me know."

"I'll walk you back," Benjamin told Janie.

Janie nodded in agreement, and the two entered the elevator, one after the other.
Janie nodded in agreement, and the two entered the elevator, one after the other.

"Janie?" a young man in the elevator said, "Is that you?"

Upon hearing the voice, Janie raised her gaze and saw a man in a deep blue suit standing in front of her.