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.

more important? Is your image more important than Nessa’s health?” Mrs.

Mrs. Flores passed her the phone and said, “You must understand what’s more important now! Nessa needs some help, don’t you understand? You can’t be ignorant of which is

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

number without

his phone rang as he climbed the stairs. He took out his phone and found out it was Doris calling. Waylon felt

the phone and said,

Doris said, “I’m sorry to disturb you

on.” Waylon frowned

planning to take her to the hospital for a shot, but Mrs Flores reminded me that you mentioned that

Flores is smarter than

Does he need to

right away. Waylon said ‘Get a

hurriedly said. “I’ll wait for you. Thank you so

phone. Then he turned around and

cooked some food for you,” Mrs. Jamison said

now. I’m going to check on Nessa. Waylon