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

However, 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

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

Waylon’s number

phone and found out it was Doris calling. Waylon felt

quickly answered the phone and said, “Doris, what’s

sorry to disturb you now,”

me what’s going on.” Waylon frowned and

was planning to take her to the hospital for a shot, but Mrs Flores reminded me that you mentioned that it might not be good

“Mrs Flores is smarter than you

stent. Does he need to

said ‘Get a

hurriedly said. “I’ll wait

up the phone. Then he turned around and was

for you,” Mrs. Jamison said while leaving the kitchen.

I’m going to check