Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 998 Who Do You Think You Are?

“I don’t want a single cent,” Emmeline said. “I just want to cure Flynn.”

“Alright then,” Abel pecked her on the corner of her lips. “I’ll inform him tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Emmeline was delighted. “You and Ben can be my bodyguards.”

Abel nodded. “Okay.”

The next morning, while Emmeline was still asleep.

Abel was already up. He finished washing up, then went downstairs to the kitchen.

Kendra had already gone out, having prepared breakfast and leaving it on the table.

Recently, Kendra had been going out early in the morning, always taking Quincy with her.

Abel was puzzled when the bodyguard suddenly called.

It was the same bodyguard assigned by Abel to accompany Kendra for shopping.

Something must have happened to Kendra for him to call so suddenly.

Abel quickly answered the call, and indeed, the bodyguard said, “Mr. Abel, there’s something I need to report to you.”

Abel held his phone with one hand and lit a cigarette with the other, saying, “Go ahead.”

“It’s about Kendra,” the bodyguard said, “For the past three days, her ex-husband, the guy named Henry Grant, has been meeting her at the market.”novelxo.com fast update

they been talking about?” Abel exhaled

“It seems like Henry misses his kid and

have to interfere,” Abel said, “Just ensure the safety

I understand,” the

hung

stairs in her pajamas and asked,

cigarette in the ashtray and said, “Henry wants

Emmeline said.

Henry stays

to Kendra to decide,” Emmeline said. “Marriage is like a pair of shoes…only the person wearing

Abel lifted her from

and whispered in his ear, “Oh believe me, we fit in all sorts

held back his laughter and kissed her. “Your words are getting

“I was so innocent and pure, and now I’ve learned all these bad

Emmeline went to the

Janie also came.

Nightfall Cafe became a

number of customers had decreased over the past

kind of situation was actually what Emmeline liked the

a lot of money; she just wanted to have something to

the point of exhaustion, without time for reflection and tranquility, then the work itself would lose its

her, and the two of

playing a piano

again and again, her

door opened, and out of