Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 509

Evelyn’s vision blurred and she almost stumbled again. Gasping for breath, she grasped onto the door frame and snapped, “You little brat, you better shut your mouth!”

“Auntie, did I say something wrong?” Emmeline exaggeratedly shut her mouth.

“I-I’m not going to argue with you anymore, you’ve really upset me!” Tears streamed down Evelyn’s face.

“Auntie, don’t be mad, wrinkles will form!” Emmeline pleaded.

“Get lost!” Evelyn sniffled and turned to run upstairs.

“Mr. Ryker,” Emmeline innocently turned to Abel, “did I make Auntie angry?”

“Don’t mind her,” Abel said. “Women can be petty sometimes.”

“Exactly, petty!” Emmeline puffed out her cheeks.

Abel had cooked a four-course meal and soup, and the “brothers” were dining in the restaurant.

The familiar taste of the food made Emmeline’s eyes water.

She couldn’t help but sniffle.

“What’s wrong, Emmett?” Abel served her a dish. “Why are you crying over a meal?”

“Mr. Ryker’s cooking is just so good,” Emmeline choked up. “It reminds me of my grandmother’s cooking.”

“The taste of your grandmother’s cooking?” Abel’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t know he had that kind of power.

“Mr. Ryker, don’t get me wrong,” Emmeline said. “When I was a kid, my parents were busy, so I grew up with my grandmother. The food she made tasted just as good as yours.”

“I see,” Abel said, serving her another dish. “You scared me for a moment there.”

“But what about Auntie Evelyn?” Emmeline said. “She’s still hungry.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Abel said. “We have a chef here.”

After finishing their meal, Emmeline and Abel sat on the living room sofa and talked.

Evelyn slowly came downstairs.

Emmeline quickly bounced to Abel’s side, linking her arm with his and said, “Mr. Ryker, I suddenly feel like having a cup of coffee. Why don’t we go out?”

“At this hour?” Abel frowned. “Don’t you want to sleep tonight?”

Emmeline glanced at Luca and said, “I have a habit of drinking coffee at night. It doesn’t affect my sleep.”

“I see.” Abel hesitated.

Meanwhile, Luca perked up his ears to listen.

This kid wants coffee?

“Mr. Ryker, do you know where to get good coffee?” Emmeline asked.

“Of course, Nightfall Cafe,” Luca quickly chimed in.

“Nightfall Cafe?” Emmeline thought to herself, Luca isn’t so stupid after all. He’s pretty quick on his feet. Out loud, she asked, “Where is Nightfall Cafe?”

“It’s on Gold Street,” Luca said, “and their coffee is really good.”