The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Emmeline’s heart sank into an abyss.

The car started, slowly driving out of the backyard and away from the Ryker Group.

It drove aimlessly, with only the earlier scene replaying in her mind.

Abel, how could you do this? Abel, have you been lying to me all along…”

Squeak! Crash!

A violent impact struck, and Emmeline’s world went black.

Benjamin never expected that Emmeline would be the one injured in the car accident at the intersection.

Having just returned from out of town, he witnessed the speeding vehicles crashing into the red light–running Ford Focus.

The driver’s compartment of the Ford Focus was severely deformed, and the driver was lying. unconscious on the dashboard, clinging to life.

Benjamin opened the passenger door, leaned in to check on the injured person, and was shocked to find that it was Emmeline.

Carefully, Benjamin carried her out and rushed to the hospital.

While driving, he dialed Abel’s phone.

The phone rang a few times but was rejected. He called again, only to receive a message that it was turned off.

“D’mn it!”

“Abel, what game are you playing?”

Benjamin cursed under his breath. Rejecting my call and turning off your phone when it’s a matter of life and death, Emmeline’s life.

Indeed, the rejection and plíone turned off were done by Alana.

the hospital with

a cut on her forehead, bleeding a lot, but her life was

called Abel again, but it

and went to Ryker Group’s house to find

Abel woke up, it was already six

last night, and the

his side when he came back last night, so he must have left by

smoke would come out of his

living room to pour some water when his phone suddenly rang.

hour, who could it be?

thought that came to his mind

and looked down. It was Benjamin.

bit disappointed, why did he call so early in

lazily answered, ‘Good morning, Benjamin.”

Benjamin scolded. “Are you still catching your breath, Abel!”

his brows.

you know!”

had a car

paused. “What did you say?

yelled. Emma was hit by a car last night; she’s in the hospital. You

didn’t understand

was saying, but he couldn’t care less.

“Which hospital is Emma in?”

city hospital, on the third floor of the neurosurgery

Emma!

Emma!

disarray, and his mind completely

his clothes and put them on, grabbed his car keys,

was holding a plate of pasta. Unable to

seemed not to have noticed her.