The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Grandpa didn’t let us tell you that,” Helios said, “Grandpa told us that it’s a secret.”

“There’s also Uncle Adelmar,” Endymion said, “we’re not allowed to talk about it.”

“In short, we’re not supposed to talk about what happened on the island,” Hesperus finally concluded, “We can’t talk about it, otherwise Grandpa will get angry.”

“But you’ve all talked about it just now,” Timothy said, “Will Grandpa Benjamin be angry?”

“It probably won’t happen now,” said Helios. “Now that even Grandma knows about it, it’s okay to talk about it.”

“I think so too.” Moonlight nodded.

“I agree.” Hesperus also nodded seriously, “Daddy must have met Grandpa, so Grandpa agreed to tell us this secret.”

Daisy was listening, wiping away her tears.

She already knew about Emmeline, but she could only keep it from the children.

Abel parked the car and walked in with big strides.

“Daddy!” His children rushed forward.

“Good boys!” Abel happily squatted down, opened his arms, and hugged his four precious sons.

The chubby little dumpling was hugged into her arms, warm and caring.

The corner of Abel’s lips burst into a smile.

“Daddy, Daddy,” Timothy said, “When will Mommy come back?”

“That’s right, Daddy, we miss Mommy too.” The Helios fluttered with big eyes.

earlier?” Endymion was

neck, “Daddy tell Mummy that we are all waiting for

Mommy?

Mommy?

Abel furrowed his eyebrows.

kids talking about

that woman

ethereal for him

really strange, he did not feel anything about the person he was going

calmly, “It’s good to have Daddy with

we also miss Mommy,” Timothy asked, “Grandpa Benjamin

while, and the image of Emmeline lying on the hospital bed appeared in his

I have no feelings for her, she is

not afford to

Mommy can’t come back.” Abel said, “Daddy is hungry, shall we

“But Daddy, Mommy…”

Abel had already stood

and said,

“Thanks, Mom.”

to eat dumplings Mommy made,” Timothy licked his little tongue, “I’d like to eat

love Mommy’s porridge too!” Helios

shredded pork with green bamboo

eat the food Mommy cooks.” Hesperus finally

the dishes now,”

Abel frowned.

time the children talked about a dish, a delicate and pretty figure in an apron would appear

blurry, but he