The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Looking For Daddy

Oscar Ryker had three grandsons. Which of them had sired this little boy everyone was staring at?

Whoever the father was, it definitely could not be Abel Ryker, the third grandson. He had been overseas for a while now. This was probably Adrien Ryker’s child. After all, everyone in Struyria knew that Oscar’s second grandson was a notorious playboy and man-about-town.

Goodness!

The wealthy women and their daughters all wore envious expressions. After all, they had come with extravagant gifts to visit Oscar for the sole purpose of ensnaring one of the Ryker grandsons. Which ambitious mother would not want their daughters to marry into Struyria’s wealthiest family?

Unfortunately, this shabbily dressed young woman called Emmeline Louise had stolen a march on them by showing up with a child in tow. The other women felt like strangling her.

“Emmeline!” Alana looked livid. Furiously, she ordered, “You get out of here right now and take your son with you, so he doesn’t cause trouble! Do you think the Ryker family doesn’t know exactly what sort of person you are? As if any of the Ryker boys would have a child with a slut like you!”

“That’s true too,” the wealthy women agreed sycophantically, nodding vigorously. “She’s probably so poor she’s gone out of her senses. She doesn’t even know who the father of her child is, so she’s trying to blame Mr. Abel!”

“She’s just a scheming little wretch with ulterior motives, you’d better send her packing!”

“Security!” Alana turned to the bodyguards. “Throw this woman and her son out so they don’t disturb Old Mr. Ryker!”

“Yes, Ms. Lane!” The bodyguards moved forward menacingly.

“This is Abel Ryker’s son!” Emmeline planted herself in front of Hesperus. “If you harm one hair of his head, I’ll make you regret it!”

“Hahaha!” All the wealthy women began laughing, and even the bodyguards smirked derisively.

“Emmeline, you really know how to throw blame around, don’t you? You’re such a liar too! My fiancé has been overseas the entire time; do you think he’d be able to suddenly father a child with you?”

“Your precious fiancé gave me this at the time!” Emmeline brought out the bank card and waved it at Alana. “The cardholder is Abel Ryker, or am I mistaken?”

did you get this? Do you think you can make everyone believe you with a canceled card?” Alana snatched the bank card from Emmeline and snapped it in two, then tossed the pieces into the

the only thing that her children’s father had left behind!

son out of my sight!” Alana held her stinging

The bodyguards charged forward.

hard blows and several good kicks. Alana and the

the corridor, groaning and

had Emmeline

door of the VIP suite opened, and a sharp, stern voice

ground in awkward embarrassment. Rosaline Ryker, nee Turner, was standing in the doorway. She was Abel Ryker’s

three grandsons. Abel was the child of his second

crazy woman’s causing a ruckus, and I’ve

intelligent eyes toward Emmeline. A slight frown creased her brow

Emmeline was notorious by now; it looked like

Rosaline asked.

shrew causing a fuss for no reason; just throw

answered suddenly, craning his head up to look at Rosaline with solemn eyes. “Hello, pretty lady, I’m here to see my daddy. I’m not causing

she bent down to get

course!” Hesperus shot a sidelong glance at Alanna then looked back at Rosaline. “Pretty lady, don’t listen to this auntie. My Mommy

to be unexpectedly called a pretty lady,

take it anymore. “Impudent little

Hesperus pointed accusingly at Alana. “Isn’t

buttoned her lips, her heart pounding

know.” Rosaline lightly stroked Hesperus’s hair. “My grandson is around

Maybe you’re actually my Granny!” Hesperus’s acting skills reached a

of here!” Alana was frantic by now. “This noisy

and try to bully people,” Rosaline chided, frowning

that,” Emmeline answered, taking hold of Hesperus’s small hand. Since Abel had not shown up yet, there was no point in her staying here for now. “We’ll make our

“Mommy, I

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