The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel glanced at Evelyn in silence. “Paul sure did teach his daughter well. You’re a well-rounded woman,” Oscar said. “You flatter me, Grandad. I’ll be sure to prepare more delicacies for you in the future,” Evelyn said.

“Perhaps you should stay and be my granddaughter-in-law. My sons are supposed to get married soon, but Emmeline seems to be…” Abel suddenly turned around. Oscar nearly bumped into him. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Oscar uttered.

“I lost my appetite so I’ll be leaving now,” Abel said. “I dare you!” Oscar yelled. “I apologize, grandad,” Abel said as he walked past Oscar. “Mr. Abel, don’t leave!” Evelyn held onto his arm. Abel pushed her away.

Grandad angry,” Evelyn said with teary eyes. Abel glared at

Oscar shouted. “Abel, cut it out with that. How can you disobey Grandad” Adrien said. “That’s right, Mr. Abel. We’re all here, so let’s

be angry,” Evelyn said. “Fine. Let’s have lunch together,” Abel replied. Evelyn wiped her tears and said, “You’re not mad at me

made this myself,” Evelyn said as she passed the dishes to Abel. At the other end of the table, Adrien said, “Liz, you should try this. It’s good for your health. I asked

“Grandad, try this one. I made it myself. It’s crispy on the outside and tender on the inside,” she said. “You’re too kind. You’re much better in

your digestion,” Evelyn said as she