The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 151

The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 151

Quentin had no choice. He bent down, preparing to give Alana CPR.

Before he could do so, Alana drew in a deep gulp of air and wheezed, “I…I’m much better now.”

Quentin straightened up, feeling considerably relieved; however, he could not help being somewhat disappointed as well.

Alana took another few labored breaths, then gave Abel her most pitiful look.

Abel deliberately averted his gaze and refused to look at her. Instead, he told Quentin, “Take her back to the hospital, Dr. Anderson. Make sure nothing happens to her.”

“Abel…” Alana protested, pouting

all teary-eyed like a spoiled child.

“I’ll visit you later.” Abel gestured impatiently and turned away.

“Let’s go, Ms. Lane,” Dr. Anderson murmured, wheeling her downstairs.

“All of you, leave now,” Abel ordered. “Everything’s fine here.”

Luca hurriedly ushered everyone out of the room like a mother hen herding a disobedient brood.

Abel stopped him at the door before he left as well. “Luca, give the children breakfast, then send them to kindergarten.”

“Yes, Mr. Abel. I’ll do that.”

the door firmly in

face.

she had buried herself the moment everyone invaded the room. “Oh shit, oh shit,

shouldn’t,” Abel said placatingly. “There’s no need to fear rumors if we

nothing happened between us. Who’s going to

admit she had a

in his arms without doing anything about it, they would suspect he was either lying or something was wrong with

that moment, Emmeline’s phone

looked as if he had just bitten down on a lemon. It must be Benjamin, calling

at her phone screen,

Abel blinked.

up the phone to answer

“Yes, Mr. Faughn?”

replied. “Everyone’s here on set except for

burned. “Yes, yes, everything’s okay. I haven’t forgotten about the stunt job,

get here as soon as

turned, Abel leaned over and stared at her full

her so much that she pulled

involuntarily. “What are you doing?

are you out of your mind, taking a stunt job? Has being poor stunted

stared right back at Abel, bereft of speech for a good few seconds before she pulled herself together enough to retort, “That’s right, being poor has definitely stunted my brain. The coffee shop isn’t a booming

a bank card. “Is ten million enough? If not, I can

more.

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