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.

immediately rushed to the room upstairs only to find Abel lying weakly on the sofa. The room was filled with the unpleasant stench of vomit that covered the floor. The entire scene shook Benjamin

how are you feeling?” Benjamin almost yelled, but Abel

Ryker’s stomach is probably bleeding profusely. Ben, call a doctor right now!” Janie urged him.

Abel onto a stretcher and into an ambulance upon assessing his condition. Luca followed beside his employer

stay here with Emma. I’ll keep an eye

Luca! He doesn’t

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 was by his bedside watching over him, while

be by Emma’s side! I can’t leave

from getting off the bed. “The doctors say your stomach bleeding is in

in slippers before Luca could stop him. He ran into the elevator, pressing for

his last word before knocking

again, it was already bright outside. Waylon Adelmar was seated by his

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

treatment,” Waylon said flatly. “You’re in

so easily,” Abel argued. “I’m a lover of life, don’t you know? If I receive surgery now, I won’t be able to get out

need Emma, but have you ever thought that Emma needs you just as much? If she was awake right now, would you want her to worry about