The Quadruplets Are Mine?

"Mr. Abel is not so bad," Kendra looked aggrieved, "However, when it comes to you, Mr. Abel does not have much

tolerance for anyone."

"I feel sorry about that," Emmeline said, "Then I will go upstairs, so as not to burden you."

Kendra felt as though she was granted an amnesty, so she hurriedly agreed, and did not forget to add one more

sentence, "I will cut some fruits and serve them to you later."

"Do not just get occupied by me," Emmeline stood up and said, "I will come down and cut the fruits by myself. If

Quincy makes a fuss, remember to call me down to help."

"I know, Ms. Louise, you should go upstairs to rest quickly, look at you, you look terrible."

Emmeline touched her cheek subconsciously and went upstairs.

When she came to the bedroom and looked in the mirror, she did not look bad.

On the contrary, the originally delicate cheeks looked more hydrated due to the afterglow.

It was true that her body felt a little tired, and her skeleton felt like it was falling apart.

She also wanted to call Abel.

She had not heard him mention the business trip, and she always felt a little weird in her heart.

Thinking of this, she picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and called Abel.

She dialed, but his phone was turned off.

Emmeline frowned slightly, was he on the plane now?

Their private jet?

Is the route so readily available?

It is not, right?

Emmeline put down her phone and went to the cloakroom.

Opening the door of the cloakroom, even though her eyesight was poor, she could tell that Abel's clothes had not

been touched.

When he opened the closet, he did not bring his usual suitcase.

This felt even more wrong!

Emmeline's face froze, and the feeling of uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger.

She turned around and left the bedroom, and hurried downstairs again.

Just now when Emmeline left, Kendra brought food from behind and sent it to the two people in the basement.

Waylon came here in a hurry, he did not have time to eat dinner.

However, as soon as Kendra came up from the basement, before she put down the tray in her hand, she saw

Emmeline coming down the stairs.

"Ms. Louise," Kendra hurriedly hid the tray behind her back and asked, "Did you not go to rest? Why are you down

again?"

"Things do not add up," Emmeline frowned and said, "Why did Abel not bring anything with him on a business trip?"

"...Ah," Kendra hurriedly said, "Indeed, he did not bring anything, he just answered the phone and left in a hurry."

Emmeline, "..."

"Something big must have happened," Kendra said, "Otherwise, Mr. Abel would not leave in such a hurry?"

"This is not right," Emmeline said, "I know my man well enough, no matter what happens, he will never be in such a

great hurry."

Kendra, "..."

She had seen Abel's character before.

He really would not be that nervous.

"Kendra, are you hiding something from me?" Emmeline's peach blossom eyes narrowed.

"Ms. Louise, how dare I?" Kendra panicked, "You and Mr. Abel treat me like a family, how dare I hide something

from you?"

When she got nervous, the tray that Kendra hid behind her was exposed.

Emmeline frowned and asked, "What are you doing with a tray?"

"Oh," Kendra said, "I want to wash it, but have not managed to."

"You should be in the kitchen if you want to wash the tray, should you not?" Emmeline asked, "What are you

hanging out in the lobby for?"

"I am going to the kitchen now!" Kendra ran into the kitchen with the tray.

After entering the kitchen, she immediately took out her mobile phone and sent a message to Luca.

"Ms. Louise was suspicious, why did Mr. Abel not bring anything when he went on a business trip?"

When Luca saw it, he felt very troubled.

However, why did he not think about putting away some of Abel's clothes?

However, it was too late to regret now.

Luca did not reply to Kendra's message, but turned off the phone directly.

Ms. Louise must have called Mr. Abel.

Maybe she would call himself later.

Then he could only turn off the phone.

Only in this way could he create the false image of him flying with Mr. Abel.

However, the plane could not be flying all the time.

It had to land after a few hours, right?

What to do after landing?

He could not always remain shut down, could he?

Then turn it on again when the time comes.

At worst, when the time comes, I can send a few messages to Ms. Louise instead of from Mr. Abel, then I could hide

from Ms. Louise for another two days.

Thinking of this, Luca felt a little more at ease.

When she got nervous, the troy thot Kendro hid behind her wos exposed.

Emmeline frowned ond osked, "Whot ore you doing with o troy?"

"Oh," Kendro soid, "I wont to wosh it, but hove not monoged to."

"You should be in the kitchen if you wont to wosh the troy, should you not?" Emmeline osked, "Whot ore you

honging out in the lobby for?"

"I om going to the kitchen now!" Kendro ron into the kitchen with the troy.

After entering the kitchen, she immediotely took out her mobile phone ond sent o messoge to Luco.

"Ms. Louise wos suspicious, why did Mr. Abel not bring onything when he went on o business trip?"

When Luco sow it, he felt very troubled.

However, why did he not think obout putting owoy some of Abel's clothes?

However, it wos too lote to regret now.

Luco did not reply to Kendro's messoge, but turned off the phone directly.

Ms. Louise must hove colled Mr. Abel.

Moybe she would coll himself loter.

Then he could only turn off the phone.

Only in this woy could he creote the folse imoge of him flying with Mr. Abel.

However, the plone could not be flying oll the time.

It hod to lond ofter o few hours, right?

Whot to do ofter londing?

He could not olwoys remoin shut down, could he?

Then turn it on ogoin when the time comes.

At worst, when the time comes, I con send o few messoges to Ms. Louise insteod of from Mr. Abel, then I could hide

from Ms. Louise for onother two doys.

Thinking of this, Luco felt o little more ot eose.

When she got nervous, the tray that Kendra hid behind her was exposed.

Whan sha got narvous, tha tray that Kandra hid bahind har was axposad.

Emmalina frownad and askad, "What ara you doing with a tray?"

"Oh," Kandra said, "I want to wash it, but hava not managad to."

"You should ba in tha kitchan if you want to wash tha tray, should you not?" Emmalina askad, "What ara you

hanging out in tha lobby for?"

"I am going to tha kitchan now!" Kandra ran into tha kitchan with tha tray.

Aftar antaring tha kitchan, sha immadiataly took out har mobila phona and sant a massaga to Luca.

"Ms. Louisa was suspicious, why did Mr. Abal not bring anything whan ha want on a businass trip?"

Whan Luca saw it, ha falt vary troublad.

Howavar, why did ha not think about putting away soma of Abal's clothas?

Howavar, it was too lata to ragrat now.

Luca did not raply to Kandra's massaga, but turnad off tha phona diractly.

Ms. Louisa must hava callad Mr. Abal.

Mayba sha would call himsalf latar.

Than ha could only turn off tha phona.

Only in this way could ha craata tha falsa imaga of him flying with Mr. Abal.

Howavar, tha plana could not ba flying all tha tima.

It had to land aftar a faw hours, right?

What to do aftar landing?

Ha could not always ramain shut down, could ha?

Than turn it on again whan tha tima comas.

At worst, whan tha tima comas, I can sand a faw massagas to Ms. Louisa instaad of from Mr. Abal, than I could hida

from Ms. Louisa for anothar two days.

Thinking of this, Luca falt a littla mora at aasa.