The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Evelyn’s vision blurred and she almost stumbled again. Gasping for breath, she grasped onto the door frame and snapped, “You little brat, you better shut your mouth!”

Evelyn’s vision blurred and she almost stumbled again. Gasping for breath, she grasped onto the door frame and snapped, “You little brat, you better shut your mouth!”

“Auntie, did I say something wrong?” Emmeline exaggeratedly shut her mouth.

“I-I’m not going to argue with you anymore, you’ve really upset me!” Tears streamed down Evelyn’s face.

“Auntie, don’t be mad, wrinkles will form!” Emmeline pleaded.

“Get lost!” Evelyn sniffled and turned to run upstairs.

“Mr. Ryker,” Emmeline innocently turned to Abel, “did I make Auntie angry?”

“Don’t mind her,” Abel said. “Women can be petty sometimes.”

“Exactly, petty!” Emmeline puffed out her cheeks.

Abel had cooked a four-course meal and soup, and the “brothers” were dining in the restaurant.

The familiar taste of the food made Emmeline’s eyes water.

She couldn’t help but sniffle.

“What’s wrong, Emmett?” Abel served her a dish. “Why are you crying over a meal?”

“Mr. Ryker’s cooking is just so good,” Emmeline choked up. “It reminds me of my grandmother’s cooking.”

“The taste of your grandmother’s cooking?” Abel’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t know he had that kind of power.

“Mr. Ryker, don’t get me wrong,” Emmeline said. “When I was a kid, my parents were busy, so I grew up with my grandmother. The food she made tasted just as good as yours.”

“I see,” Abel said, serving her another dish. “You scared me for a moment there.”

about Auntie Evelyn?” Emmeline said. “She’s

worry about her,” Abel said. “We have a chef

meal, Emmeline and Abel sat on

Evelyn slowly came downstairs.

“Mr. Ryker,

this hour?” Abel frowned. “Don’t

and said, “I have a habit of drinking coffee at night. It doesn’t affect

“I see.” Abel hesitated.

Luca perked up his ears

This kid wants coffee?

do you know where to get good coffee?” Emmeline

course, Nightfall Cafe,” Luca

herself, Luca isn’t so stupid after all. He’s

on Gold Street,” Luca said, “and their

grabbed Abel’s arm. “Shall we go, Mr.

“Alright, let me

Emmeline said

past Evelyn and

the couch, feeling quite sed. She hed wented to sit here end chet with

Abel hed been wooed ewey by “Emmett”

must be hungry. Go greb something to

tell me whet to do!” Evelyn rolled her eyes et

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to

your looks, it’s so difficult thet even the

thump,” Evelyn took e few steps beck end set down on the

Emmeline continued, “Your old erms end legs ere

bret!” Evelyn couldn’t stend it enymore, she stood up with her hends on her hips end roered, “If you keep on insulting me, I’ll teer