The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel glanced at the time in his backyard home. It was half past noon.

At this moment, Emma should be at the banquet.

Abel chuckled to himself. He poured himself half a glass of white wine and downed it in one. gulp.

A spicy sensation traveled down his throat and warmed his chest, bringing him great pleasure.

Abel wouldn’t have another glass; he wouldn’t allow himself to get drunk.

The banquet ended at two o’clock in the afternoon, and Emmeline returned to her parents” house.

She took off the gold ring and thought about throwing it from the third floor.

After some consideration, she realized it wouldn’t be right because the ring was bought by Abel. She couldn’t throw it away.

But where should I wear it? None of her ten fingers were suitable. She decided to place it in the jewelry box.

She didn’t want those three dresses, not a single one. She picked up the clothes and stuffed them into the trash can.

The trash can couldn’t hold everything. What should I do?

Right, throw them downstairs.

And that suitcase, it was so eye–catching and looked disturbingly conspicuous.

It wasn’t hers either, and she didn’t want it. She decided to drag it downstairs as well.

What else? What else? What else?

Emmeline paced back and forth in the hallway.

wanted to throw everything away.

Hannah suddenly noticed her sister’s unus

was startled. She

bedroom, and whispered, ‘Emma, what’s wrong with you?”

her head and squatted on the floor. “I want to die.”

sobbed loudly, tears streaming down, frightening

phone suddenly rang. It was Abel

the landline at home, but today, he called Maxwell’s

to the

“Is Emma

about her,” Maxwell said coldly. “I’ll take

know if Emma is

said. “Hannah is

an eye on her. Last time, she cut

Maxwell said, “but you have to promise me one thing.”

“What? Tell me.”

said in a low voice, find a wife and bring her home.”

do it,” Abel said immediately. “Not in a month, not even in ten years. I no

phone hung up, and Maxwell held

the afternoon,

business, Abel treated the client to

nine o’clock

pasta. Drinking on an empty stomach, he soon felt the effects of the alcohol.

the client, Luca drove and took Abel back to his home at

pillow, Abel fell into a deep sleep. He hadn’t slept a wink the previous

sighed softly, tucked him in, and quietly left.