The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel brushed aside his memories, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead.

Emmeline wrote in his palm. ‘Does the scar on your back come from that incident?‘

He nodded and smiled, tousling her hair. “I apologize for not telling you. I was afraid that I might have taken a life that night.”

“What about Oliver’s son… Tobias pondered and asked, “Is he dead?”

“It’s hard to say,” Abel frowned. “Although Oliver ambushed me, he didn’t intend to kill me. Instead, I accidentally injured his son, which still counts as taking a life.”

“But you saved Oliver from the attacker! Tobias said.

“Yes!” Abel replied. “If I hadn’t acted quickly, the consequences for Oliver would have been unimaginable!”

“I understand why you wouldn’t want to bring it up. It’s clearly a complicated situation with at lot of history, Brandon said.

“But I’m curious,” Abel said. “With Oliver’s immense wealth, why would he attack me over a piece of jade?”

“There are two reasons,” Roland said. “Master wanted to study that jade, and he also needed a large amount of funding for his esoteric medicine research institute.”

afterward?” Brandon asked

I waited quietly to see if the police department would intervene,” Abel said with

Oliver knows he’s in the wrong, Tobias said. “If his son died and the police investigated, none of you would be able to escape the consequences!”

back of her hand and smiled wryly. “Emma, don’t worry. I haven’t done anything wrong.

took from the attacker’s neck?” Tobias

said, “I lost it on the way back

who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. “You lost such an important item?”

from home, it’s normal to misplace belongings and money.” Abel chuckled

answers be in that pendant?” Brandon asked.

his brow. “That pendant would at least reveal the identity of the attacked Oliver. But the

and said, “She might know the whereabouts

in surprise,

said sternly, “Roland, please don’t make reckless statements!”

furrowed his brows, “Mr. Harding, what do you mean?”

a very old piece of paper from

It was the paper he wrote to Hogan, the jade craftsman, years ago, with the words “Emmeline Louise” on it. Abel wondered how this. paper

Brandon leaned forward

laid it on the table. Sure enough, there were two words in the middle of the paper, “Emmeline Louise.” It was Abel’s handwriting, but beneath his

it said, “If you encounter