The Quadruplets Are Mine?

After seeing the two troublemakers, Oscar and Adam off, Emmeline hurried back to The Precipice without any delay.

Abel had regained consciousness, and while she was delighted, she also felt deeply concerned.

How should she face the sight of bloodstains covering his body?

Not only did it cause him pain, but how could he bear for others to see him in such a state?

If she applied ointment to his wounds, he might not even be able to put on clothes.

Abel was a proud man, would he allow her to witness his vulnerable side?

As Emmeline had anticipated, when she hurriedly returned to The Precipice, Abel had already locked himself in his study.

"Abel," Emmeline knocked on the door gently. "Let me see how you're doing. Don't you understand how worried I've been?"

"Go away!" Abel's voice echoed from inside the study. "What are you talking about? I'm perfectly fine!"

"Why are you saying you're fine?" Emmeline's eyes welled up with tears, and she almost mentioned the bloodstains covering his body. But she quickly realized it might embarrass him, so she changed her approach. "You've been unconscious for two to three days. Don't you want to see me?"

Abel remained silent

Why did he not want to see her?

He longed to be by her side at all times, to hold her in his arms forever.

But not now.

from the ice bath and opened his

sight of

dinner time, Emmeline prepared Abel's favorite meal and sent Kendra to deliver it to his

knocked. "Mr. Abel, dinner is ready. Miss Emmeline made

there, and you can leave," Abel responded from inside

placed the tray by the

brought the tray inside

dining table, her eyes red, and she did not touch her food. Waylon sat across from her,

her guarded demeanor and lack of appetite,

Waylon was still present. She did not want her own distress to affect his

picked up her cutlery, "The food

you," Waylon said with a calm

Emmeline asked, puzzled. "I don't

the end of the world. How can I

I not allowed

If it did, I would gather everyone and suffer

Emmeline was silent

knew Waylon had a sharp tongue. Despite his outward appearance as a gentleman, he did not

dinnar tima, Emmalina praparad Abal's favorita maal and sant Kandra to dalivar it to his

Kandra lightly knockad. "Mr. Abal, dinnar is raady. Miss