The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 15

Benjamin, however, purposefully or not, got in his way, leaving Abel grabbing onto nothing but air.

Wonder Doctor had got into the ICU in the time it took to stop her.

“We’ll see just who you are once you’re out!”

He muttered to himself in a low voice. An hour flew by.

It was only then that the duo left the ward.

Benjamin waved to the crowd. “Mr. Oscar is stable. He should be awake in ten minutes.”

“Thank you.” Abel handed the five- million-dollar check to him.

Benjamin didn’t bother checking it and stuffed it into his pocket.

When Wonder Doctorleft the ICU, Abel halted her in her tracks. “Do you have a moment, Ms. Wonder Doctor?”

Emmeline stopped but did not turn around. “Who do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Abel?”

She lowered her voice, making herself sound different. There was a furrow between his brows at that.

She’s not Emmeline?

He had no choice but to say, “You’ve saved my grandfather twice now. I’d like to ask you out to dinner to express my gratitude.”

“I don’t have time,” she coolly rejected him.

Benjamin chuckled. “Please excuse us, Mr. Abel.”

Abel was at a loss once the elevator doors shut in his face.

Alana could finally heave a sigh of relief. What was I so worried about? Wonder Doctor is not someone the Rykers can afford to cross.

ICU as they waited for Oscar to

yawned and went to the bathroom,

her face to wake herself

was when

behind

mirror’s reflection.

chill ran down her spine.

around only to find…no one

She thought to

standing right behind her when

Ghost!

behind her clamped her mouth shut before she

scream.

she realized that the person behind her was none other than one Emmeline

Emmeline?!

eyes widened in horror. Wasn’t Emmeline supposed to be

the utility room?

she

Am I seeing things?

feel

under her weight.

to ruthlessly backhand

to scream when Emmeline picked up the dirty rag from the sink and stuffed it into her

“Ack! Blergh!”

of grimy water was poured down her throat. The idea of death

“Scared?”

such a horrible person. What a waste of a beautiful face. It would be moré fitting for you

“I

she spoke, she brandished a

blade rested against her

“Oomf!”

from fright as she met Emmeline’s

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