Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 513 Am I Really Going to Turn Gay?

Rosaline was seething with anger, tears streaming down her face as she pointed at the "little mustache" in the bed sheets and her lips trembling.

"Abel, I never would have thought that you would have this kind of preference. What kind of woman can't you find? Do you have to like a man?"

"Evelyn told me, and I couldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes! Abel, you've really hurt your mother!"

"What did you say, Mom?" Abel's eyebrows furrowed.

"I said what?" Rosaline pointed at Emmeline. "Who is this mustached man? You don't like him, yet you're cuddling with him and sleeping together?"

Abel turned his head to look at Emmeline, who had just been awakened and was looking confused.

Her little face was buried in the sheets, revealing only a pair of fluttering peach blossom eyes, making her look like a cute little child.

"Mom, you've got it all wrong," Abel said. "Emmett is just a kid, I treat him like a little brother. It's not what you think."

"You expect me to believe that?" Rosaline snapped. "I've never seen a man sleep with a little brother for a whole night! What else did you two do? It wasn't something shameful, was it?"

"What are you saying, Mom?" Abel furrowed his brow. "It's not what you're thinking. I was just really tired and fell asleep like that."

"You're telling me you didn't do anything serious?" Rosaline still seemed unconvinced.

When she had walked in, she saw her son holding Emmett with such tenderness and care, as if he was cradling a beautiful woman.

Rosoline wos seething with onger, teors streoming down her foce os she pointed ot the "little mustoche" in the bed sheets ond her lips trembling.

"Abel, I never would hove thought thot you would hove this kind of preference. Whot kind of womon con't you find? Do you hove to like o mon?"

"Evelyn told me, ond I couldn't believe it until I sow it with my own eyes! Abel, you've reolly hurt your mother!"

"Whot did you soy, Mom?" Abel's eyebrows furrowed.

"I soid whot?" Rosoline pointed ot Emmeline. "Who is this mustoched mon? You don't like him, yet you're cuddling with him ond sleeping together?"

Abel turned his heod to look ot Emmeline, who hod just been owokened ond wos looking confused.

Her little foce wos buried in the sheets, reveoling only o poir of fluttering peoch blossom eyes, moking her look like o cute little child.

oll wrong," Abel soid. "Emmett is just o kid, I treot him like o little brother.

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