The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Emmeline’s body tilted as the slap landed firmly on her neck. Instantly, several red marks appeared on her fair neck.

“Are you crazy? Who are you?” Emmeline pushed her chair back and stood up. “Why did you hit me?”

“Ysabel, you shameless sl’t, seducing my man! I’ll tear you apart today!”

“Get it straight. I’m not the person you’re looking for!”

“You’re still pretending? You look like a vixen. You’re telling me you’re not Ysabel Hemmings?!”

The large woman shouted and lunged again. This time, Emmeline was prepared. She lifted her leg and kicked the woman squarely in her chubby belly.

The woman stumbled, unable to stop herself, and plopped onto the ground, wailing loudly. “She hit me! A teacher hit me! Ysabel Hemmings hit me!”

The teacher’s lounge quickly filled with onlookers, both teachers and students.

“Hey, hey! Lady, you’ve got the wrong person!” the PE teacher said.

“You’re protecting her?!” the large woman accused.

“Why would we lie to you? If you don’t believe it, just ask around!”

“It’s really not her! You’ve mistaken her for someone else, the music teacher explained.

The large woman sized Emmeline up. “Well, she doesn’t seem to be Ysabel. Ysabel should be a woman in her thirties. This one is a young lady.”

before finding out the facts,

you kicked me too!” the

it!” Emmeline, with a lioness-like attitude, looked

woman, realizing she was wrong, hastily left

the

head’s wife,

teacher cautioned. “Don’t

talk about it even if they dare to do it?” the PE teacher said with a disdainful

you should consider your future in the context of the current staff reassignment,” the music teacher suggested. “Unless you

from work at noon, her father

agreed to have taquitos for lunch, Dad. Why

from a nap, and I didn’t want her to exert herself,” Maxwell replied. “It’s a little

Emmeline said happily. “I haven’t had your cooking in a long

check on her mother, who was lying on the bed, staring at

you feeling any better?” Emmeline crouched

We

okay, Mom. Have a good rest. I’m happier that you’re

medicine packet on the bedside table. She opened it and

pills?” Emmeline exclaimed. “How many did you

pills. One

not good!”

The doctor said two or three pills are okay. He only

be