The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel hesitated momentarily, then sighed. “Maybe it’s not as bad as you imagine.”

“But… Emmeline’s voice wavered. “I’ve already promised Mom; I can’t break it now!”

He furrowed his brow, contemplating the situation. “You might be right. If we can ease the burden on Aunt Kimberly’s heart, it could help with her depression.”

She said, “It seems like Mom has been hurt before. Has something happened to her in the past?

Abel gently cupped her face, reassuring her, “That’s not something you need to worry about, and it’s certainly not your fault. Don’t dwell on it. As he touched her face, he realized she was running a fever. Concerned, he exclaimed. “Emma, you’re running a fever! I should take you to the hospital!

Emmeline clutched his hand, her eyes welling up with tears. “No! I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to return to the company’s dormitory. I just want you with me.”

He tried to reason with her, saying, “But you have a fever.”

Tears streamed down her face as she admitted. “I don’t want to be separated from you, even if it’s just for a second.”

He held her close, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. “There’s no need to worry, babe. Listen to me. We’ll go to the hospital, and I’ll stay by your side.”

In the hospital’s emergency department, the doctor noted Emmeline’s temperature had reached 103.1 F. prompting the immediate administration of emergency intravenous treatment. She remained in the hospital for three days.

Kimberly visited their daughter, and Kimberly appeared to be in better spirits. Despite her concerns for her daughter, her emotions remained stable, and

sacrificing herself would somehow improve her mother’s condition.

entered production. At the company, he would change into work.

the hospital at night, resting on the couch in Emmeline’s ward. His appearance grew gaunt, but his resolve and composure only strengthened, radiating an authoritative presence.

emerged from the workshop, Alana

the hospital, and you

distant and indifferent tone. “Emma might get

her heart but persisted, saying, “You look exhausted. You really should take a break.

quality inspection gloves and headed toward the parking lot. His determined and haughty figure held her gaze, a mix

noticed Emmeline was impeccably dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. The bed sheets were even

puzzled. “What’s

the discharge procedures,” she said with a flutter of her long lashes. “Tonight, we’ll return to

recovered yet,” he expressed concern. “Please, lie down and rest,”

she insisted. “If we keep

down.” Abel reached out to gently guide her

threw herself into his arms, her voice quivering. “Please, let me be discharged. You’ve

her for a moment, contemplating his