The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Rosaline was seething with anger, tears streaming down her face as she pointed at the “little mustache” in the bed sheets and her lips trembling.

“Abel, I never would have thought that you would have this kind of preference. What kind of woman can’t you find? Do you have to like a man?”

“Evelyn told me, and I couldn’t believe it until I saw it with my own eyes! Abel, you’ve really hurt your mother!”

“What did you say, Mom?” Abel’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I said what?” Rosaline pointed at Emmeline. “Who is this mustached man? You don’t like him, yet you’re cuddling with him and sleeping together?”

Abel turned his head to look at Emmeline, who had just been awakened and was looking confused.

Her little face was buried in the sheets, revealing only a pair of fluttering peach blossom eyes, making her look like a cute little child.

“Mom, you’ve got it all wrong,” Abel said. “Emmett is just a kid, I treat him like a little brother. It’s not what you think.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Rosaline snapped. “I’ve never seen a man sleep with a little brother for a whole night! What else did you two do? It wasn’t something shameful, was it?”

“What are you saying, Mom?” Abel furrowed his brow. “It’s not what you’re thinking. I was just really tired and fell asleep like that.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t do anything serious?” Rosaline still seemed unconvinced.

When she had walked in, she saw her son holding Emmett with such tenderness and care, as if he was cradling a beautiful woman.

already,” Abel said, growing impatient. “I told

did have a strange fondness for Emmett, but that didn’t mean he was

Abel had done anything to her last night. She lifted a hand and gingerly touched her little beard

everything

Abel’s handsome face had

knew he couldn’t

thought

to him, or else it would be

his parents and tell them their child is misbehaving at such a

all wrong. Mr. Ryker is not that kind of person, and neither am I. We just happened

Rosaline accused.

I’m going to find them and give them a piece

the fierce look on

“Emmett is just a kid, don’t

her!” Rosaline fumed, “You even bullied Ms. Evelyn because of

was pointless to argue with his

it,” Rosaline scowled, “Who poured dirty water

a misunderstanding!” Abel said, “Just drop

“it’s not that your mother is nagging,

virtuous, obedient, and kind. Why do you