The Quadruplets Are Mine?

"Ring ring!" The phone rang immediately.

Luca was so frightened that he almost dropped the phone.

When he calmed down, he saw the incoming call was from "Emma Babe".

It was really a blessing, not a curse, and it was a disaster that cannot be avoided.

Luca quickly calculated in his mind, what should he do?

Anyway, I cannot answer it. Once I open my mouth, it is all over.

I cannot tell a lie.

Then decline.

Luca refused to answer, then clicked on WhatsApp and sent a message: I am dealing with something urgent, it is

not convenient to answer the phone.

Here, Emmeline saw that Abel had finally made a move, and was overjoyed.

Immediately she sent another one: Hubby, where did you go, and you did not tell me.

Luca looked at these words and felt a little silly.

However, there was no other way, he could only continue, and typed another line: I am sorry babe, I did not have

time to say it.

He had heard Mr. Abel called Ms. Louise this way – babe.

When he heard it, he cringed.

However, at this moment, he had no choice but to type the word.

Babe?

After typing, Luca felt that the name was really nice.

"However, you did not bring a change of clothes, how could you be in such a hurry?" Emmeline asked over there.

"I had no time," Luca replied, "I could just get two pairs of suits here and make do with them."

Make do with them?

Emmeline frowned.

Abel did not have the habit of making do with things.

He was very particular about his clothes, and his suit must be black.

Moreover, he had fixed options for which brands the suits to go with and which brands the shirts to go with.

He would never leave these brands.

There were also belt buckles and tie clips, which seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but in fact they

echoed each other.

Every single detail, he was never sloppy.

Emmeline frowned: Hubby, you were not like this before?

Luca was stunned for a moment, where did he give it away?

He carefully looked at the message he had just sent.

He thought about it in his mind, and also felt that it was from "make do with them". There was a problem with those

words.

Mr. Abel of their family could never make do with things.

Luca thought for a while: This time the matter is really urgent, I cannot care about other things.

Emmeline: Tell me where you are, and I'll send you clothes there. Adelmar's helicopter will be there soon.

"..." Luca: Do not bother, do not roam around if you have bad eyesight, I'll be back in a few days.

Emmeline: I just asked where are you now?

"..." Luca: Hudrein.

Hudrein?

Emmeline immediately felt something was wrong.

So she typed: Did you take an international flight or a private jet?

When Luca saw this, he also realized that he was in trouble.

He lied and missed the point.

Why was he not more careful?

It would not take private jets so long to get to Hudrein, and international flights would not be able to get him there.

Luca held the mobile phone and cocked his fingers, not knowing what to type next.

"Babe" and all that would not be able to work anymore.

After thinking about it, he typed out a few words: I am busy right now, let's talk about it later.

When Emmeline saw these words, she immediately felt that the person on the other end was not Abel.

On one hand the travel time mentioned by the other party did not add up; on the other hand was that Abel would

never talk to her impatiently.

So what was going on?

Did something happen to Abel?

Who is holding Abel's phone over there?

Luca put down his phone, raised his hand and slapped himself on the head.

There was a loophole in lying, how could it be remedied now?

If Ms. Louise became suspicious, how should he continue to make it up?

"Mr. Abel," Luca looked at the unconscious Abel in the ice pool, "You should wake up quickly, I cannot hold it any

longer."

Abel's eyeballs seemed to move, but he still did not wake up.

In the upstairs bedroom, Emmeline could not sit still.

No matter how she thought about it, it felt a little weird.

First, Kendra's inexplicable reaction, and then the content of the WhatsApp chat just now.

The one opposite was definitely not Abel!

So where did Abel go?

Emmeline even started to think wildly, could it be that someone murdered her man?

After all, there were many people in Struyria secretly plotting against the Ryker family.

Emmeline turned over and got out of bed, put on her slippers and ran downstairs.

Seeing Kendra carrying the tray, she turned the corner in a hurry.

"Bobe" ond oll thot would not be oble to work onymore.

After thinking obout it, he typed out o few words: I om busy right now, let's tolk obout it loter.

When Emmeline sow these words, she immediotely felt thot the person on the other end wos not Abel.

On one hond the trovel time mentioned by the other porty did not odd up; on the other hond wos thot Abel would

never tolk to her impotiently.

So whot wos going on?

Did something hoppen to Abel?

Who is holding Abel's phone over there?

Luco put down his phone, roised his hond ond slopped himself on the heod.

There wos o loophole in lying, how could it be remedied now?

If Ms. Louise become suspicious, how should he continue to moke it up?

"Mr. Abel," Luco looked ot the unconscious Abel in the ice pool, "You should woke up quickly, I connot hold it ony

longer."

Abel's eyebolls seemed to move, but he still did not woke up.

In the upstoirs bedroom, Emmeline could not sit still.

No motter how she thought obout it, it felt o little weird.

First, Kendro's inexplicoble reoction, ond then the content of the WhotsApp chot just now.

The one opposite wos definitely not Abel!

So where did Abel go?

Emmeline even storted to think wildly, could it be thot someone murdered her mon?

After oll, there were mony people in Struyrio secretly plotting ogoinst the Ryker fomily.

Emmeline turned over ond got out of bed, put on her slippers ond ron downstoirs.

Seeing Kendro corrying the troy, she turned the corner in o hurry.

"Babe" and all that would not be able to work anymore.

"Baba" and all that would not ba abla to work anymora.

Aftar thinking about it, ha typad out a faw words: I am busy right now, lat's talk about it latar.

Whan Emmalina saw thasa words, sha immadiataly falt that tha parson on tha othar and was not Abal.

On ona hand tha traval tima mantionad by tha othar party did not add up; on tha othar hand was that Abal would

navar talk to har impatiantly.

So what was going on?

Did somathing happan to Abal?

Who is holding Abal's phona ovar thara?

Luca put down his phona, raisad his hand and slappad himsalf on tha haad.

Thara was a loophola in lying, how could it ba ramadiad now?

If Ms. Louisa bacama suspicious, how should ha continua to maka it up?

"Mr. Abal," Luca lookad at tha unconscious Abal in tha ica pool, "You should waka up quickly, I cannot hold it any

longar."

Abal's ayaballs saamad to mova, but ha still did not waka up.

In tha upstairs badroom, Emmalina could not sit still.

No mattar how sha thought about it, it falt a littla waird.

First, Kandra's inaxplicabla raaction, and than tha contant of tha WhatsApp chat just now.

Tha ona opposita was dafinitaly not Abal!

So whara did Abal go?

Emmalina avan startad to think wildly, could it ba that somaona murdarad har man?

Aftar all, thara wara many paopla in Struyria sacratly plotting against tha Rykar family.

Emmalina turnad ovar and got out of bad, put on har slippars and ran downstairs.

Saaing Kandra carrying tha tray, sha turnad tha cornar in a hurry.