The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“I apologize, madam, Emmeline stated. “I got momentarily distracted. Did I inadvertently cause you any harm?”

The middle–aged man expressed his concern, “Distracted while driving? Who taught you that?” His legs gave way as he attempted to stand, and he stumbled.

His companion, a middle–aged woman, clung to him and worriedly asked, “Jorge, are you alright?”

Jorge Zephyr frowned and replied, I can’t move my right foot.”

Initially, Emmeline believed they had fallen and could get back up. However, panic surged when she heard his revelation about his immobile foot, and she responded, “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“Let’s hurry to the hospital, then!” The middle–aged woman assisted Jorge in standing and climbed into Emmeline’s car with a hint of annoyance.

Emmeline remained composed and focused as she safely transported them to Altney Steel Central Hospital.

They completed the registration process, proceeded to the emergency room, and underwent an X–ray. examination.

The doctor explained, “It’s a sprain; you need rest, and I’ll bandage it.”

As the doctor attended to Jorge’s ankle, the middle–aged woman borrowed Emmeline’s phone and called home.

an hour, a young man arrived in his mid–twenties, he bore a strong resemblance

your Mr. Jorge hurt his foot,” the middle–aged woman informed the

bewildered as various thoughts raced through her mind. This young man resembles Jorge’s son, so why did he refer to Jorge as Mr. Jorge instead of Dad? Also, his last name is Zeller, not Zephyr! Could it be that the middle–aged woman had an affair and gave birth

already treated Jorge’s foot, bandaging

covered all the medical expenses.

is not

tell me,” Emmeline hurriedly responded. “I’ll take responsibility for whatever you think is appropriate

you,” the middle–aged woman assured. “Leave a thousand bucks, and we’ll consider

“Forget it. It’s

it like this,” Michelle insisted. “You’re injured, and it pains me. We can’t

this seven hundred now, and I’ll bring the remaining three hundred to you tomorrow if you provide your address,

her doubt. “How can I trust you? You might

her. “My license plate number is 9965, and my car won’t run away. I will bring the remaining three hundred to you tomorrow

and jotted down the address for Emmeline. He kindly suggested, “If you don’t mind, just come home and see us. You don’t need

saying. “Madam, I will honor my

called as Emmeline reached her community’s entrance, asking

be home soon. She didn’t mention her delay and promptly ended the

Abel called, inquiring,