The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel looked much better after finishing Janie’s soup. He stood up, thinking of going into Emma’s bedroom once again, but he was immediately paralyzed by the chronic pain in his abdomen. The pain was so excruciating that it drained all the color from his face in an instant and caused him to break out in cold sweat.

“Arrghhhh… d*mn it!” Abel cursed.

“Mr. Abel, are you alright?” Luca immediately went to his aid.

“Blerghhhhh…” Before he knew it, Abel had involuntarily vomited blood and soup all over the floor.

“Mr. Abel! Mr. Abel!” Luca exclaimed in shock as he rushed to sit Abel back down on the sofa.

“This is terrible. Why can’t my stomach just behave?” he moaned in pain.

“I’ll get a doctor. Hang in there, Mr. Abel!” Luca said before rushing out of the door.

Benjamin and Janie were chatting on the ground floor when Luca rushed in gasping for breath, shocking the both of them.

“Luca, what’s wrong?” Benjamin asked, getting on his feet.

“Mr. York, please call a doctor! Mr. Abel is not doing well!” Luca breathed panickily.

weakly on the sofa. The room was filled with the unpleasant stench of vomit that covered the floor. The entire scene shook Benjamin

Abel, how are you feeling?” Benjamin almost yelled, but Abel was not able

probably bleeding profusely. Ben, call a doctor right now!” Janie

wing. They immediately carted Abel onto a stretcher

with Emma. I’ll keep

nodded. “Quick, go with Luca! He doesn’t know

in his surroundings, he found himself in a hospital ward. Luca was by his bedside watching over him, while Benjamin was standing by the window. Abel finally realized he had passed out after throwing up and immediately tried

here. I’m supposed to be by Emma’s side! I can’t leave her…” he grumbled as he tried to flip the bedsheets

from getting off the bed. “The doctors say

out of the ward in slippers before Luca could stop him. He ran into

out his last word before

bright outside. Waylon Adelmar was seated by his

Abel muttered weakly. “I can’t be here. I need to be with

know what you need? You need treatment,” Waylon said flatly. “You’re in critical

life, don’t you know? If I receive surgery

you need Emma, but have you ever thought that Emma needs you just