The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1272 Debt

Doris, Yes, that’s right. The whole thing lasted only three or four minutes, with a one–minute break in between. Can someone truly fight in such a short amount of time?

Mr. Adelmar also appeared calm and composed, not like someone who had just been in at fight.

If he had battled someone, wouldn’t he be sweating profusely after such a brief encounter?

Doris felt relieved.

The chauffeur started the car and returned to Starhill Garden.

Waylon came out of the rear seat and leaned in to help Doris out of the car.

“I can walk,” Doris admitted hesitantly. “I can manage on my own.”

“Are you sure?” Waylon asked, his brow slightly furrowed and his face cold.

“You can just lend me a hand,” Doris explained. “I only have minor injuries and no broken bones.”

“All right then,” Waylon said as he extended his enormous hand to support her, adding, “Be careful.”

They exited the car, entered the security entrance, and finally reached the elevator with his assistance.

Her knees were both burning with pain, and her flesh was torn.

Although her bones were not broken, she had fallen rather hard, and it was excruciatingly painful.

Doris‘ face had grown pale from pain by the time they reached the twelfth floor in the elevator.

Sweat was flowing down her brow, but she gritted her teeth and stood tall, not saying anything.

could tell she was in a lot of

she didn’t

are comparable to those

aback when she saw Doris’s condition when they first

Doris, what happened to

Waylon stated solemnly. “I didn’t take good care of

Flores asked, “How can you blame yourself?” “Wasn’t Doris out with

as she sat down on the sofa. “I

some iodine and some cotton pads,” Waylon said to Mrs. Flores. “I’ll help her

off to get

iodine and cotton pads and gently wiped

the scratches were only superficial and not very

not to get them wet when shower, and they’ll heal in two

you

get them wet?” Doris asked, her brow furrowed. “How can you take a

towel?” Waylon asked, frowning. “I refuse to believe that a wet towel

a wet towel works too,” Doris said, lowering her head and apologizing. “I

“It’s a debt from a past life.” “As long as I’m with you, trouble

Doris,

aware that he disliked

leading the way, and the Nimbus Hotel exploded shortly

arrived shortly

well as the wedding banquet’s host,

was taken aback when they discovered that the person who had paralyzed Raymond was Waylon, the Imperial Palace’s

mayor of Struyria, they would still defer to Waylon,