Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 151 I’ll Manage On My Own

Quentin had no choice. He bent down, preparing to give Alana CPR.

Before he could do so, Alana drew in a deep gulp of air and wheezed, "I…I'm much better now."

Quentin straightened up, feeling considerably relieved; however, he could not help being somewhat

disappointed as well.

Alana took another few labored breaths, then gave Abel her most pitiful look.

Abel deliberately averted his gaze and refused to look at her. Instead, he told Quentin, "Take her back

to the hospital, Dr. Anderson. Make sure nothing happens to her."

"Abel…" Alana protested, pouting all teary-eyed like a spoiled child.

"I'll visit you later." Abel gestured impatiently and turned away.

"Let's go, Ms. Lane," Dr. Anderson murmured, wheeling her downstairs.

"All of you, leave now," Abel ordered. "Everything's fine here."

Luca hurriedly ushered everyone out of the room like a mother hen herding a disobedient brood.

Abel stopped him at the door before he left as well. "Luca, give the children breakfast, then send them

to kindergarten."

"Yes, Mr. Abel. I'll do that."

Abel shut the door firmly in his face.

Emmeline emerged from under the blankets where she had buried herself the moment everyone

invaded the room. "Oh shit, oh shit…how the hell am I going to show my face in public?" She wailed in

agitation.

"We haven't done anything we shouldn't," Abel said placatingly. "There's no need to fear rumors if we

haven't done anything wrong, right?"

"Then you go explain the entire mess to them and tell them nothing happened between us. Who's

going to believe you?" Emmeline shot back derisively.

Upon consideration, Abel had to admit she had a point. If everyone knew that he had spent the night

with a beautiful woman in his arms without doing anything about it, they would suspect he was either

lying or something was wrong with him.

Right at that moment, Emmeline's phone rang.

Abel looked as if he had just bitten down on a lemon. It must be Benjamin, calling to check up on her.

However, when he glanced at her phone screen, the name on the display read, "Film Set."

"Film set?" Abel blinked. "What film set?"

Emmeline had already snatched up the phone to answer the call. "Yes, Mr. Faughn?"

"Hey, Emma," Simon replied. "Everyone's here on set except for you. Is everything alright?"

Only then did Emmeline recall that she had taken on a stunt job with the film crew. Her face burned.

"Yes, yes, everything's okay. I haven't forgotten about the stunt job, Mr. Faughn! Something came up,

that's all. I'll be there in half an hour! I'm so sorry!"

"Sure. Just get here as soon as you can; everyone's waiting on you."

Emmeline hung up at once. As she turned, Abel leaned over and stared at her full in the face, startling

her so much that she pulled the covers up over herself and shrank back involuntarily. "What are you

doing? Why are you giving me the evil eye?"

"Stunt job?" Abel eyed her narrowly. "Emmeline Louise, are you out of your mind, taking a stunt job?

Has being poor stunted your brain somehow?"

Being poor has stunted my brain? Emmeline stared right back at Abel, bereft of speech for a good few

seconds before she pulled herself together enough to retort, "That's right, being poor has definitely

stunted my brain. The coffee shop isn't a booming business like yours, after all!"

Abel immediately turned and reached for his wallet, then pulled out a bank card. "Is ten million enough?

If not, I can give you more."

Another bank card with ten million, just like the last time. Emmeline's mind flashed back to that scene

from five years ago, and the old grievance rose up within her again. Waspishly, she shot back, "Why

don't you give it to Alana instead?"

Abel almost choked at that, and his brows raised so high they almost disappeared into his hairline. "Ms.

Emma Emmaline Louise, Alana set her pretty little trap so well back then that the entire incident

remains a blur to me still. You can't use that against me. It's just like you and Adrien; you can't tell me

that's not a blur to you as well."

Abel olmost choked ot thot, ond his brows roised so high they olmost disoppeored into his hoirline. "Ms.

Emmo Emmoline Louise, Alono set her pretty little trop so well bock then thot the entire incident

remoins o blur to me still. You con't use thot ogoinst me. It's just like you ond Adrien; you con't tell me

thot's not o blur to you os well."

Emmeline swollowed. Abel wos right; she remembered nothing obout thot incident ot oll, not ofter thot

wretched mon hod drugged her. She hodn't even been oble to coll for help. "But why did Adrien hove

your bonk cord with him, though?"

"When I went overseos, I gove him both of mine since I figured I wouldn't be oble to use them onywoy."

"Reolly?" Emmeline hod to let thot sink in for o moment. She nodded slowly ofter thot. "Alright. I believe

you. But I'm still not going to toke your money, though. I'll monoge on my own."

An inexplicoble pong shot through Abel's heort. He knew how stubborn Emmeline wos ond he did not

dore to insist on her toking the money. However, his mind went to Adrien, ond he soid bitterly, "Well, it'll

hove to be Adrien then, if not me. No motter whot, he con't stond by ond wotch you ond the children

suffer!"

Adrien?

Emmeline hod to pouse ond think for o moment. True, Adrien should toke some responsibility, but…she

didn't need his help. "I'll be fine. You don't hove to worry obout me." She got out of bed ond begon

getting reody os fost os she could. "I'm ofroid I'll hove to trouble you to send the kids to kindergorten.

I've got to get to the set right owoy."

"Emmo…" Abel cought hold of her wrist. "Then…"

Abel almost choked at that, and his brows raised so high they almost disappeared into his hairline. "Ms.

Emma Emmaline Louise, Alana set her pretty little trap so well back then that the entire incident

remains a blur to me still. You can't use that against me. It's just like you and Adrien; you can't tell me

that's not a blur to you as well."

Emmeline swallowed. Abel was right; she remembered nothing about that incident at all, not after that

wretched man had drugged her. She hadn't even been able to call for help. "But why did Adrien have

your bank card with him, though?"

"When I went overseas, I gave him both of mine since I figured I wouldn't be able to use them anyway."

"Really?" Emmeline had to let that sink in for a moment. She nodded slowly after that. "Alright. I believe

you. But I'm still not going to take your money, though. I'll manage on my own."

An inexplicable pang shot through Abel's heart. He knew how stubborn Emmeline was and he did not

dare to insist on her taking the money. However, his mind went to Adrien, and he said bitterly, "Well, it'll

have to be Adrien then, if not me. No matter what, he can't stand by and watch you and the children

suffer!"

Adrien?

Emmeline had to pause and think for a moment. True, Adrien should take some responsibility, but…she

didn't need his help. "I'll be fine. You don't have to worry about me." She got out of bed and began

getting ready as fast as she could. "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to send the kids to kindergarten.

I've got to get to the set right away."

"Emma…" Abel caught hold of her wrist. "Then…"