The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“What’s so impossible about this?” Waylon said. “You had artificial insemination, and I donated sperm. except I did it in Staniue while you happened to choose imported sperm!”

Thud! Doris slumped onto the small sofa behind her, staring wide-eyed at Waylon. “Are you really the father of my twins?”

“The paternity test report is right here. Why should I lie?”

“Good lord!” Doris covered her face. “No wonder everyone was gossiping behind my back, saying that my babies were yours. It turns out they weren’t wrong!”

“Come with me.” Waylon reached out his hand to her. “What are you hesitating for?”

“What?” Doris looked at his outstretched hand. “Where to?”

“To get married!” Waylon said. “To put the children under my name!”

“But Mr. Daniel…”

“He doesn’t need my wife to worry about him!” Waylon said. “I can hire him a team of caregivers!” While Doris was still in a daze, Waylon had already grabbed her hand and rushed out the door. Doris’ mind was in a whirl. Is all of this real? The father of my baby twins is actually Waylon?!

She always thought she and Waylon were people from two different worlds; he was someone beyond her league. But now, it seemed that fate had been pretty kind to her.

She finally had the confidence to love this man. She no longer felt inferior!

had given him to two adorable

so

face turned rosy, filled with happiness.

Emmeline, and Abel on Adelatar Island, and Benjamin, Bowie, Kenny, and Jennie in Struyria all received

a wedding certificate of him and Doris, and the other was the paternity test

went into a

with her phone in hand. “Master, you won’t believe this! This

in excitement. “Pinch me, Emma. I must

a dream; it’s real!” Emmeline’s eyes twinkled with excitement. “Waylon has done it this time!

that possible?” Robert asked. “Judging by the children’s age, Waylon was still in Adelmar at

remember Doris said her child was conceived at the hospital, Emmeline said. “So, that means Waylon…”

“Tell him to come back with my daughter-in- law

I’ll do that, Emmeline replied. “You arrange for a helicopter to

let’s do that!” Robert quickly instructed

Doris, Una, Nessa, Mrs. Flores,

sister’s hand and whispered, “Doris, are you sure you haven’t married into a royal family? Waylon is

Doris said, just as surprised,

Jennie added. “She’s certainly no small merchant but a