Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 165 Luca Gets A Reward

Luca beamed in agreement. “You could tag along with Mateo and stay here for a few days to make

sure Mateo gets the work done, Mr. Abel. There will be plenty of time for you to fix the relationship with

Ms. Louise.”

It did not matter to both of them that the garden was so tiny it would only take half a day to finish

trimming it. Abel was thrilled, “Brilliant idea, Luca! Here’s your reward for such an amazing idea.”

Luca received a transfer of 1,000 dollars from Abel. “Thank you, Mr. Abel! Though I would have thought

my brilliant idea deserved more than 1,000 dollars.”

The next morning when she was about to send the triplets to kindergarten, Emmeline found a van

parked in front of her house. Two men got out of the van. They were Abel and Mateo, the Rykers’

family gardener. She remembered Mateo had set up the balcony garden.

She was surprised to find them here with shovels. She took a deep breath and approached them. “Are

you here to scrape the garden and the swing? You have to wait until I send my kids to kindergarten to

start.”

Abel was bewildered. How could she think that he was here to scrape the garden? Mateo was equally

stunned. He looked at Abel quizzically, “Mr. Abel, I don’t think that’s the plan.”

“No, that’s not the plan,” Abel quickly explained, “You have misunderstood us, Emma. We are here

because Mateo thinks that it’s time to trim the garden. It has been some time since the garden was

built. Any garden needs a trim from time to time so it will stay beautiful, right?”

“Yes, Mr. Abel is right,” Mateo nodded in agreement, “The plants need trimming to prevent insect

infestations. They also need to be fertilized to keep them healthy and vibrant. It’s my job to take care of

the plants in your garden.”

“Well, the garden does need some upkeep,” Emmeline was persuaded. After all, she would not want

the plants and flowers in the garden to wither.

“Fine, you can work on the garden while I send my kids to kindergarten,” she gave in. It would be too

much hassle to drive her car, so she decided to call for a cab instead to send the kids to kindergarten.

“See you, Daddy!” The triplets waved to Abel as they got into the cab. He waved to them as well,

“Goodbye, kids!” He felt bittersweet sending them off.

Sometimes he wished he were the triplets’ father. If he were their father, his relationship with Emmeline

might be better and not so strained.

After sending the triplets to kindergarten, Emmeline took a cab back. She had no filming work these

two days, so she could take a break.

Sam had already started baking in the cafe. Emmeline joined her in baking, something she enjoyed

greatly. It was satisfying to make delectable desserts from scratch.

Abel entered the cafe and cleared his throat to draw Emmeline’s attention. She glanced up at him and

said coldly, “Are you done with the garden?”

Abel entered the cofe ond cleored his throot to drow Emmeline’s ottention. She glonced up ot him ond

soid coldly, “Are you done with the gorden?”

She wos still mod ot him for humilioting her yesterdoy ot the hotel. She should hove given him o few

more slops then.

“Not yet,” soid Abel, “We ore here eorly, ond we hove not token our breokfost yet.” She shrugged, “You

ore welcome to moke your breokfost in the kitchen.”

She did not even look ot him. “I om sure you con hondle o simple tosk like moking your breokfost, Mr.

Abel.”

He nodded. “Sure. Hove you eoten? I could moke yours too.” She wos stunned, ond she reolized she

hod not eoten onything since she woke up. She hod been busy with the kids.

Abel immediotely understood she hod not hod her breokfost os well. When he wos still stoying here,

she would olwoys hove her breokfost ofter sending the kids to kindergorten. Todoy, she hod not gone

upstoirs ot oll ofter sending the triplets to kindergorten.

“I see,” he soid, “I will moke yours too.” He turned toword Som, “Do you wont some too?” Som nodded,

“Sure, why not?”

Abel got upstoirs, smiling. If Emmeline ogreed to eot whot he prepored, she might not be thot mod ot

him ofter oll.

Abel entered the cafe and cleared his throat to draw Emmeline’s attention. She glanced up at him and

said coldly, “Are you done with the garden?”

She was still mad at him for humiliating her yesterday at the hotel. She should have given him a few

more slaps then.

“Not yet,” said Abel, “We are here early, and we have not taken our breakfast yet.” She shrugged, “You

are welcome to make your breakfast in the kitchen.”

She did not even look at him. “I am sure you can handle a simple task like making your breakfast, Mr.

Abel.”

He nodded. “Sure. Have you eaten? I could make yours too.” She was stunned, and she realized she

had not eaten anything since she woke up. She had been busy with the kids.

Abel immediately understood she had not had her breakfast as well. When he was still staying here,

she would always have her breakfast after sending the kids to kindergarten. Today, she had not gone

upstairs at all after sending the triplets to kindergarten.

“I see,” he said, “I will make yours too.” He turned toward Sam, “Do you want some too?” Sam nodded,

“Sure, why not?”

Abel got upstairs, smiling. If Emmeline agreed to eat what he prepared, she might not be that mad at

him after all.