The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1385 Mom, Where Are You?

They first arrived at the community garden, searching every nook and cranny, but there was no sign of Kimberly.

Abel recalled what Maxwell had said, that he had already searched the entire community, so they headed straight to the intersection outside the community.

This place was always bustling with unlicensed taxis and people coming in and out of the community, all essentially under their noses.

“What was Aunt Kimberly wearing today?”

“In the morning, she had on a coffee-colored half-sleeved shirt and black pants. I don’t know if she changed in the afternoon.”

“Okay, I got it.”

“It’s all my fault; I should have stayed at home.”

“Don’t blame yourself. Aunt Kimberly is suffering from an illness. It’s not your fault.”

“But if I had stayed at home, Mom wouldn’t have gone out.”

“Can you guarantee that? She might have gone out to buy groceries or visit a neighbor. Would you have followed her every step of the way?”

“But, Abel, I’m so scared.”

“It’s going to be alright, I promise. Trust me!” Abel pressed her little hand against his lips.

The streets on both sides of the community gate were lined with unlicensed taxis under the streetlights.

and they began to inquire separately with the taxi drivers,

enough, after questioning several drivers, one of them said, “There was indeed a lady matching that description. She took George’s car in the afternoon, and she wanted to ride in mine, but my car

Which car is

here; he might

have

and said. “That car belongs to our boss; he should

rushed over to the

Toyota driver found George’s home landline

and explained

was George himself, and after a brief pause, he said, “Yes, there was such a lady. It was around 5

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station? What was she

of service for several years. I said, ‘What are you going

“What did she say?”

just going there to sit

the phone, Abel said to Emmeline,

once said that when she got married to her father, they were married at the

Altney Steel station platform, and the doors opened, she stood in front of Maxwell, the most beautiful bride in the

years ago, it had become overgrown and desolate. The only active route was the coal train line from New

lights on the

and the two of them ran from one end

despair on the platform, sobbing loudly,

night breeze, looking around in