The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Why do you keep bringing up these issues?” Scott’s brow furrowed as he questioned, “Didn’t I bring you and your mother here?”

“It’s too late!” Alana sighed deeply. I’ve struggled in the countryside for over a decade, and it’s taken a toll on me.

“How is that even possible? Weren’t we all originally from the countryside?” He furrowed his brows in confusion. “If that’s the case, it must be inherent in your nature!”

“You’re still trying to argue and shift the blame!” She sobbed, her voice quivering. “This is all because of you. Look at Emmeline; she’s been treated like a princess because of her parents love and Abel’s protection. What have you given me? Tell me!”

“I know I’ve let you down, Scott admitted, lowering his head. “And now I’m trying to make it up to you. I arranged for you to be with Abel, hoping you’d find a good man to love you in the future. But there are underlying reasons for certain decisions.

“Are you suggesting it’s my fault?” Alana retorted with a cold tone.

Just like Abel,” he said. “If my memory serves me right, his father bought him a work permit during his teenage years, and he ventured to the countryside to work. However, when you observe his diligence and ambition, it becomes evident that these qualities define him, a fact even his father readily acknowledges. His background, whether countryside or otherwise, is irrelevant!”

biological family. Abel has no blood relation to Emmeline! He even said he would marry her! He doesn’t even

do you mean?” Scott asked, taken aback. “They’re not

Alana smirked. “Your chess

this revelation. He had never expected that Emmeline

“Dad, you’ve placed me in quite a predicament. It would be simpler if I hadn’t fallen in love with Abel, but my love for him runs deep and passionate.

his daughter’s shoulders, his voice quivering as he spoke, “This is my fault. I should have investigated more thoroughly.” He gently wiped away her tears. “Plenty

only have eyes for Abel,” she insisted, pushing her father

complicated, Scott admitted, feeling

idea. “Let me use

of skepticism, he retrieved his phone from his pocket and handed it to her, “Who do you

their landline. What was that number?” She began to browse through her father’s phone’s incoming call records.

he asked. “Alana, you’re not planning to call

own business; I know what I’m doing!” Alana took out her

daughter intently. “Don’t do anything