Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 1192

Lily arrived at the villa by ten o'clock in the morning.

She showed up with gifts. She brought six bottles of whisky, each costing 12,000 dollars. The tea costs 140,000 dollars per pound.

Despite being a worldly person, she felt dazzled by the opulent interior when she entered the living room.

"Ms. Thomas, is it?" asked Mrs. Jamison, the well-dressed housekeeper.

Lily responded, "Yes, it's me. I informed Mr. Adelmar about my arrival last night."

Mrs. Jamison said, "I'm aware of that. Please have a seat, Ms. Thomas. I'll go upstairs and let Mr. Waylon know."

"Certainly."

After placing the presents on the coffee table, Lily took a seat on the luxurious sofa.

Mrs. Jamison went upstairs.

Soon after, Waylon descended the stairs. He was ready to leave the house.

He was dressed entirely in white and wore a pale blue tie. He slung his suit over his arm and completed the look with a Patek Philippe watch.

Lily was seated on the sofa. When she saw him go down the staircase, she immediately got to her feet.

His good looks had her spellbound. His appeal was divine-like. How on earth could someone as extraordinary as him exist?

Her cheeks turned red, and her heart was racing.

"Good morning," she said softly, "Mr. Adelmar."

"Good morning!"

Waylon walked down the steps. He extended his hand and said, "Sit."

Lily chose to pick up the gifts she had brought rather than comply with his instructions. She said, "I'm sorry about last night. I'd like you to accept these gifts as my tokens of goodwill."

"Who is apologizing? You or your brother?"

Waylon paid little attention to the gifts. He merely cast a sidelong glance Lily's way.

She said with an awkward smile, "Both of us are sorry. I didn't keep an eye on him last night. He drank a lot and almost caused trouble. I'm so sorry."

"Doris is the one you should apologize to, not me?" Waylon sneered coldly.

After being rendered speechless, Lily argued, "I don't know where she is, so I decided to visit you. I hope you won't be mad about last night. I have no idea how things will pan out."

Waylon retorted coldly, "I think you should tell that to Doris. You owe her an apology!"

Lily was at a loss for words.

I never considered apologizing to her! She's a nobody. It's just a pretext for me to see you.

Lily attempted to change the topic. She asked as she studied his slightly swollen mouth, "Mr. Adelmar, what happened to your lips? You've got a wound."

Waylon touched his lip unconsciously. He responded without displaying any emotion, "I accidentally bumped my lips."

"You need to apply some medicine. Do you have any at home? Should I buy some for you?"

Waylon replied coldly, "Don't worry about it. If you have something to say, you should say it to Doris."

Lily was dumbfounded.

Why does this conversation keep coming back to this?

He looked over his shoulder and instructed, "Mrs. Jamison, get Doris here!"

"Yes, Mr. Waylon!" Mrs. Jamison promptly responded.

Doris was sleeping soundly. She awoke with a headache.

She had taken the day off to get some rest and accompany the children.

Mrs. Jamison went upstairs to relay the message.

Doris hurriedly went downstairs.

She looked comfortable in loungewear and had her hair tied loosely.

She held Nessa in her arms. Mrs. Flores trailed from behind and carried Una in her arms.

Lily was stunned when she saw them.

She's living with Waylon and holding a child? Whose child would that be?

Lily hastily made her way to take the child from Doris' arms as she descended the staircase.

Nessa blinked her big eyes and cooed softly. The baby had a sweet and innocent smile on her face.

Lily was awestruck.

This child…