The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1272 Debt 

Doris,

Yes, that’s right. The whole thing lasted only three or four minutes, with a one–minute break in between. Can someone truly fight in such a short amount of time?

Mr. Adelmar also appeared calm and composed, not like someone who had just been in at fight.

If he had battled someone, wouldn’t he be sweating profusely after such a brief encounter?

Doris felt relieved.

The chauffeur started the car and returned to Starhill Garden.

Waylon came out of the rear seat and leaned in to help Doris out of the car.

“I can walk,” Doris admitted hesitantly. “I can manage on my own.”

“Are you sure?” Waylon asked, his brow slightly furrowed and his face cold.

“You can just lend me a hand,” Doris explained. “I only have minor injuries and no broken bones.”

“All right then,” Waylon said as he extended his enormous hand to support her, adding, “Be careful.”

They exited the car, entered the security entrance, and finally reached the elevator with his assistance.

Her knees were both burning with pain, and her flesh was torn.

Although her bones were not broken, she had fallen rather hard, and it was excruciatingly painful.

Doris‘ face had grown pale from pain by the time they reached the twelfth floor in the elevator.

her brow, but she gritted

her determination and could tell she

didn’t want to

and tenacity are comparable to those

saw Doris’s condition when

what happened to

“I

Flores asked, “How can you blame yourself?”

the sofa. “I

cotton pads,” Waylon said to Mrs. Flores. “I’ll help her

dashed off to get

cotton pads and gently

and not very deep, so she

this,” Waylon instructed. “Be careful not to get them

furrowed. “How can you take a bath without.

that a wet towel can’t

lowering her head and apologizing. “I always seem

“As

Doris,

well aware that he

the way, and the Nimbus Hotel

relatives arrived shortly

well as

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