The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Alright, Doris said. Then she nodded and tucked in the blanket for Nessa.

Mrs. Flores returned with a thermometer in her hand. Doris took it and placed the thermometer under Nessa’s armpit in the blanket.

Five minutes later, Doris took out the thermometer and found out that it was at a temperature of around 38 degrees Celsius. Indeed, Nessa had a fever.

“Should we go to the hospital?” Mrs. Flores was somewhat anxious and said, “She was fine in the afternoon.”

“Don’t panic.” Doris reassured her, saying. “Kids having a fever is common; I’ll take her to the hospital for a shot.”

“But…” Mrs. Flores said, “I recall Mr. Adelmar mentioning that those injections are not good for the kid.”

“What should we do then?” Doris also remembered what Waylon had said, “It’s late. I don’t want to bother him.”

“How is this a bother?” Mrs. Flores hurriedly said, “You’re just too concerned about your image, aren’t you!

Doris turned speechless.

Is your image more important than Nessa’s health?” Mrs. Flores said, “Hurry, call Mr. Adelmar. Don’t let Nessa suffer!”

what’s more important now! Nessa needs some help, don’t you understand? You

Flores’ words were true. I can’t let Nessa suffer anymore! Otherwise, I’ll be heartbroken and guilty.

Waylon’s number

phone and found out it was Doris calling. Waylon felt somehow

the phone and said, “Doris, what’s the matter?”

sorry to disturb

Waylon frowned and

her to the hospital for a shot, but Mrs Flores reminded me

said calmly, “Mrs Flores is smarter

need to be sarcastic now?

‘Get a cold towel ready for

Doris hurriedly said. “I’ll wait

Then he turned around

Waylon. I cooked some food for you,” Mrs. Jamison said

I’m going to check on Nessa. Waylon