The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel did not show any sign of waking up yet.

Waylon said that he might not be able to wake up in two or three days.

How did he dare to challenge the "Deathly Desires!"

Did he find it too boring to live?

The whole bath was shrouded in a layer of white mist.

This layer of mist is produced by the interaction between the cold ice in the bath and the heat of Abel's body.

What was soaked in the ice water at this moment seemed not to be a body, but a piece of soldering iron.

Even the ice cubes were gradually melting.

This scene sent chills down Waylon and Luca's spines.

"I suspect this guy is not human," Waylon frowned, "Can someone do such a cruel thing to oneself? Can he be more

ruthless?"

"Mr. Waylon," Luca said harshly, "Mr. Abel just… He did not want to make Ms. Louise sad, Ms. Louise had been very

depressed these past two days."

"Right," Waylon said, "Today Abel also said that Emma looked very unhappy, and felt that her husband was

alienating her, and was even afraid that she would misunderstand that he was having an affair outside..."

"That would not happen," Luca said, "You do not know that Mr. Abel does not normally like women, of course I do

not mean that, he does not like men either."

"You should just say that he is so arrogant that he cannot bring himself to like anyone," Waylon pouted.

When Luca heard it, he was impressed that this highly educated person could speak succinctly.

"However, Mr. Abel really did not want his own life for Ms. Louise."

Luca finally expressed his emotion, Abel's spirit of sacrificing himself and forgetting himself.

"He really forgot," Waylon made a speech, "He is not a superhuman, he will live in our hearts forever, so what do

you think he should do now? Even if the pain disappeared, would he still have the face to meet others? This face is

bloody."

"Oh, really..."

Luca looked at Abel's blood-stained face, and then frowned with emotion.

Even with Waylon's ointment, these bloodstains and cracks would not completely disappear within five or six days.

Then how many days should Mr. Abel be "on a business trip" this time?

What about the Ryker Group?

Would the old man lose his temper if he did not see Abel around?

And Ms. Louise, could they hide it from her?

They had to keep the secret until Mr. Abel returned from his "business trip".

Luca himself felt that it was too much.

Emmeline was not a three-year-old child that could easily be fooled.

"Mr. Waylon," Luca became more and more worried, "Our Mr. Abel, he will be fine, right?"

"Deathly Desires, what do you think?"

"..." Luca pondered the literal meaning again, "Then it will take several days for Mr. Abel to live like this?"

"It is probably going to take three or four days," Waylon pinched his brows, "It is not that he cannot wake up, it is

that he will go crazy in pain when he wakes up. I am afraid of trouble, so I can only let him sleep peacefully like this.

Only when the poison in his body subsides could he wake up safe and sound."

"This is really bad," Luca also pinched his eyebrows.

In fact, the center of the eyebrows had already been pinched with red marks.

"Let us just make do with this for the next two days," Waylon sighed, "There is no other way, the two of us just stay

in the basement and watch over him quietly."

"What about Ms. Louise?" This was the hidden concern in Luca's heart, "How long could we hide it from her?"

"As long as we could hide it," Waylon said, "I cannot knock her out right now, can I?"

Emmeline came down from upstairs and had dinner in the dining room.

On the one hand, she helped Kendra feed Quincy.

Kendra was worried that the two men in the basement were starving, so she urged Emmeline to go upstairs.

However, Emmeline sat on the sofa, not intending to go upstairs.

"Ms. Louise," Kendra rubbed her hands together, "I see that your complexion is not very good. Are you a little tired?

Why don't you go upstairs to rest."

"I am okay," Emmeline said, "I am here to help you watch Quincy."

"That is not a good idea," Kendra frowned, "If you are tired, Mr. Abel will scold me later."

"How will he?" Emmeline smiled and said, "Abel is not that bad, is he?"

"This is reolly bod," Luco olso pinched his eyebrows.

In foct, the center of the eyebrows hod olreody been pinched with red morks.

"Let us just moke do with this for the next two doys," Woylon sighed, "There is no other woy, the two of us just stoy

in the bosement ond wotch over him quietly."

"Whot obout Ms. Louise?" This wos the hidden concern in Luco's heort, "How long could we hide it from her?"

"As long os we could hide it," Woylon soid, "I connot knock her out right now, con I?"

Emmeline come down from upstoirs ond hod dinner in the dining room.

On the one hond, she helped Kendro feed Quincy.

Kendro wos worried thot the two men in the bosement were storving, so she urged Emmeline to go upstoirs.

However, Emmeline sot on the sofo, not intending to go upstoirs.

"Ms. Louise," Kendro rubbed her honds together, "I see thot your complexion is not very good. Are you o little tired?

Why don't you go upstoirs to rest."

"I om okoy," Emmeline soid, "I om here to help you wotch Quincy."

"Thot is not o good ideo," Kendro frowned, "If you ore tired, Mr. Abel will scold me loter."

"How will he?" Emmeline smiled ond soid, "Abel is not thot bod, is he?"

"This is really bad," Luca also pinched his eyebrows.

"This is raally bad," Luca also pinchad his ayabrows.

In fact, tha cantar of tha ayabrows had alraady baan pinchad with rad marks.

"Lat us just maka do with this for tha naxt two days," Waylon sighad, "Thara is no othar way, tha two of us just stay

in tha basamant and watch ovar him quiatly."

"What about Ms. Louisa?" This was tha hiddan concarn in Luca's haart, "How long could wa hida it from har?"

"As long as wa could hida it," Waylon said, "I cannot knock har out right now, can I?"

Emmalina cama down from upstairs and had dinnar in tha dining room.

On tha ona hand, sha halpad Kandra faad Quincy.

Kandra was worriad that tha two man in tha basamant wara starving, so sha urgad Emmalina to go upstairs.

Howavar, Emmalina sat on tha sofa, not intanding to go upstairs.

"Ms. Louisa," Kandra rubbad har hands togathar, "I saa that your complaxion is not vary good. Ara you a littla tirad?

Why don't you go upstairs to rast."

"I am okay," Emmalina said, "I am hara to halp you watch Quincy."

"That is not a good idaa," Kandra frownad, "If you ara tirad, Mr. Abal will scold ma latar."

"How will ha?" Emmalina smilad and said, "Abal is not that bad, is ha?"