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

face.

blankets where she had buried herself the moment everyone invaded the room. “Oh shit, oh shit, how the hell am I going to show my face in public?” She wailed

Abel said placatingly. “There’s no need to

explain the entire mess to them and tell them nothing happened between us. Who’s going to believe you?” Emmeline shot

to admit she had a point. If

the night with a beautiful woman in his arms without doing anything about it, they

at that moment, Emmeline’s phone

he had just bitten down on a

screen,

Abel blinked. “What

already snatched up the phone to

“Yes, Mr. Faughn?”

Emma,” Simon replied. “Everyone’s here on set except for you. Is

film crew. Her face burned. “Yes, yes, everything’s okay. I haven’t forgotten about the stunt job, Mr. Faughn! Something came up, that’s all. I’ll be there in half an hour! I’m

here as soon as you can; everyone’s waiting on

Abel leaned over and stared at

her so much that she pulled

“What are you doing? Why are you giving me the

are you out of your mind, taking a stunt

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

for his wallet, then pulled out a bank card. “Is ten

more.

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