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.

man arrived in his mid–twenties,

Jorge hurt his foot,” the middle–aged woman

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

foot, bandaging it

covered all the

concerns, saying, “Just doing this is

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

blaming you,” the middle–aged woman assured. “Leave a thousand

interjected. “Forget it. It’s not a

leave it like this,” Michelle insisted. “You’re injured, and it pains me. We

hundred bucks, which she handed Michelle. “Take this seven hundred now, and I’ll bring the remaining three hundred to you

“How can I trust you? You might just

is 9965, and my car won’t run

for Emmeline. He kindly suggested, “If you don’t mind,

saying. “Madam,

her community’s entrance, asking impatiently. “Emma,

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

parking her car downstairs, Abel called, inquiring, “Emma, where are you?”