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.

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

would somehow improve her mother’s

would change into work. attire and meticulously oversee every aspect of the production line. The quality of the prodicts was paramount for the company’s growth, leaving

on the couch in Emmeline’s ward. His appearance grew gaunt, but his resolve and composure

from the workshop, Alana approached

don’t I care for Emma at the hospital, and you can rest in the dormitory?”

in a distant and indifferent tone. “Emma might get scared if

speechless and felt a tinge of bitterness in her heart but persisted, saying, “You look exhausted. You really

the parking lot. His determined and haughty figure held her gaze, a mix of love, desire,

dressed and sitting on

he inquired, puzzled. “What’s

flutter of her long lashes. “Tonight, we’ll return to

not fully recovered yet,” he expressed concern.

she insisted. “If we keep delaying. I’ll only

back down.” Abel reached out to gently guide her

herself into his arms, her voice quivering. “Please, let me be discharged.

for a moment, contemplating his response. “Alright.”