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

feeling?” Benjamin almost yelled, but Abel was not able to

doctor right now!”

a few doctors and nurses arrived from the main hospital wing. They immediately carted Abel onto a stretcher and into an ambulance upon assessing his

here with Emma. I’ll keep an

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

hour later, the pain and bleeding had finally stopped, and Abel was conscious once again. As he took in his surroundings, he found himself in a hospital ward. Luca

I can’t leave her…”

Luca stopped him from getting off the bed. “The doctors say your stomach bleeding

under the knife right now. I need to be with Emma!” He pulled out the needles attached to his skin forcefully and bolted out of the ward in slippers before Luca could stop him. He ran into the elevator, pressing for the first floor and immediately running back toward the

groaned out his last word

already bright outside. Waylon Adelmar was

muttered weakly. “I can’t be

need? You need treatment,” Waylon said flatly. “You’re

argued. “I’m a lover of life, don’t you know? If I receive surgery now, I won’t be able

any longer,” Waylon said. “I know you need Emma, but have you ever thought that Emma needs you just as much? If she was awake right now, would you want