The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1212 Striking Resemblance

Waylon was speechless. Instead of thanking the heavens, you might as well thank me!

The house was exquisitely decorated, and they bought a complete set of furnishings. Doris, with her two children, embarked on a new journey in their new home.

Emmeline and Janie came to celebrate.

Upon hearing about the incredible deal of buying the house for a dollar, Emmeline felt that there was more to the story.

After some intense questioning, Waylon finally admitted, clutching his head, "It was me who arranged it with Ben, alright? Dear Emma, just don't let the secret slip!"

"I'll keep my mouth shut," Emmeline teased Waylon. "Fine, you finally know how to show some compassion?"

"What are you even talking about?" Waylon rolled his eyes. "I just didn't want you accusing me of taking advantage of a widow and orphan. I got her a house so she could move out and give me some peace. Isn't that a good deal?"

"It can't be that simple, can it?" Emmeline raised an eyebrow at her elder brother. "Is there anything else to it?"

"What else were you expecting?" Waylon said, "For me, Waylon, spending a few hundred thousand for some peace, isn't that worth it?"

Emmeline agreed, "True."

Waylon wasn't lacking in money; he was craving tranquility.

She felt a bit disappointed.

sparks might fly between Waylon

seemed that this stone was not just unpolished; it had no facets to

rang in his

shoulders, coaxing her from the patio to the living room, "Go on, go play with Una and Nessa, Waylon

the patio, returning to the

it was a

his father Robert's deep and

Waylon responded, "I'm

said. "He claims you brought

acknowledged, "You know the situation. You should release him from custody, let him stay on Adelmar Island, and keep him

this happen? How could you keep

Waylon turned to look into the living

with Una and Nessa, teaching them

never even been married, how could I have

it with his own

aren't mine. How could they be mine? I've had a clear relationship with their mother. Those are not my children. Mr. Ywain is just making things

sounded somewhat

"They're not!"

said they look