The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“I’ll try my best,” Waylon nodded. “I’m sure you know Father always had a soft spot for you, but you committed a grave mistake this time.”

“I know that. Emma was the apple of Master Adelmar’s eye, and I completely let him down,” Benjamin’s eyes filled with sorrowful regret.

“It’s good that you know that,” Waylon said as he gave Benjamin a gentle pat on the back. “Stay here with Abel for the next few days then. You may continue with your reflection when you return home.”

“Thank you, Waylon,” Benjamin nodded somberly.

Waylon said a few words to the in-house maids before bidding goodbye and leaving the room.

“Could you guys leave us for a little while? I want to spend some time alone with Emma,” Abel said out loud.

Benjamin looked like he was about to argue otherwise, but Janie held him back. “Let them have a momen alone,” she whispered to Benjamin before tugging on his arm. Reluctantly, he followed Janie out of the room. Luca, who was the last to leave, closed the door, leaving Abel in the room alone with Emma. He brought a chair close to Emma’s bed and sat down as he observed Emma’s delicate features that decorated her dainty face.

you,” Abel said forlornly. “It’s our wedding anniversary in less than a month. I’m still eagerly waiting for you to be my bride officially and for us to spend the night together. The children need you too. How will they be happy without you?

Abel moaned as pain shot through his abdomen and a wave of nausea hit him. He put down Emma’s hand gently and rushed to the bathroom to throw up again. As he expected, he was vomiting more blood

that you’ve found her, you can’t let yourself crumble before she wakes up. You still have to be there for her! Hang in there, you weakling!” he scolded

waiting for him outside. “Prepare some soup for me. I’m ready to eat,”

emotionally. “Mr. Abel, you… want to eat something?” he asked

Abel nodded. “I need to

you’re absolutely right, Mr. Abel!” Luca was pleasantly surprised. “It would be a disaster if

Janie added. “I could cook you some soup. You might

I’ll join you in the kitchen. If there’s no ingredients, I

over to them, addressing Benjamin in their native language. “Mr. Benedict, is

using the kitchen. Are there