The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Get out of my way,” it was Waylon Adelmar’s cold, calm voice that addressed the bodyguards surrounding Abel. The bodyguards, including Janie, were stunned by the authority in the man’s voice and immediately moved to the side. Waylon immediately grabbed Abel by the arm and pierced his chest with a tiny, almost invisible silver needle.

“What are you doing?!” Luca yelled.

“Take him inside,” Waylon ordered. “He’ll need surgery if we wait any longer.” He instructed the guard to open the front doors.

“Mr. Waylon, Master Adelmar said they’re not welcomed here,” the guard informed him.

“This man’s stomach is bleeding out. Do you really want him to die in front of our gates?” Waylon challenged, leaving the poor guard caught between a rock and a hard place.

“How do I address you?” Abel asked weakly as he looked at the man who had just stuffed needles inside him. He was a tall man with handsome features, no younger than thirty-five or six.

“I’m Waylon Adelmar,” the man said. “And you must be Abel Ryker, I presume?”

“That’s right,” Abel managed.

“The three kids look very much like you,” Waylon added. “I see where they get their good genes from.”

four of them actually,” Abel corrected. “Emma’s

my father… Please go inside first, Mr. Ryker. Your

you, Mr. Adelmar,” Abel nodded

thank me,” Waylon said. “I’m your brother after all. It’s my father who has a bone to pick with

to the old man as soon as

reason why my father refused to see you,”

his heart catapulting. “Wh… what do

you,” Waylon sighed, cutting Abel off.

been eating or sleeping for the past ten days, only to hear those five brutal words from Waylon. His

him to my car,” Waylon told Luca. “We’re still a

Luca and Janie immediately carried Abel onto Waylon’s Rolls Royce, while the other four bodyguards tagged along behind closely. The cars travelled down a windy path shaded by tall trees and passed by several ornamental pavilions before arriving at a castle-like grand building

an unconscious Abel. A woman dressed in a maid’s uniform came rushing from

from inside the building,” Waylon translated the maid’s message. “Why don’t you bring Mr. Abel to the

thank you for your help,” Luca