Ambush of the Quadruplets novel Chapter 917

"I left my daughter with my neighbor, and she was crying nonstop. I'll have to pick her up and bring her here."

Waylon could not help but frown. She's very troublesome. I should've left when I had the chance.

However, he did not want to leave her hanging either. He nodded and said, "You'd better come back as soon as you can then."

"Ah, okay!"

Doris was in such a hurry that she did not say a word of thanks before running away.

Waylon returned to the room.

The baby was no longer crying. Doris was feeding him.

Ah, I need to tilt the baby's head while feeding so he won't choke. Waylon thought.

He bent over him and tilted the baby's head.

The baby was chubby and cute. He looked like he was about nine months old.

Waylon remembered how Sun, Moon, and Star were at that age, and he could not help but smile.

Half an hour later, when Doris returned, the baby was already asleep.

She carried another baby in her arms.

"This is his younger sister," Doris said. She seemed haggard, and her forehead was wet with sweat, but she seemed proud of her accomplishments. "They're nine-month-old twins."

Waylon frowned. "They're still so young. How could their father bear to abandon them?"

Doris bit her lip. "The children aren't his…"

Waylon suddenly realized he had been very stupid to ask the question.

Not only that, he should not have been talking to Doris at all.

He realized that the woman had been bringing him nothing but trouble.

Why can't I just mind my own business? It's not like I have nothing better to do!

Just when he was about to leave, a woman came in through the door. Waylon thought she resembled Doris, but older.

She was dressed decently as though she was dependable.

"Sis? You're finally here!" Doris looked like her savior had appeared. "Help me look after the baby. I'm totally swamped."

Jennie Whittaker shot a glance at Waylon before taking the baby girl from Doris' hands.

"Excuse me, you are…"

"This is Mr. Adelmar," Doris said. "I met him a few days ago."

Jennie stared at Waylon suspiciously.

Waylon frowned impatiently. "If there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave."

"I'll see you out," Doris said.

"Don't worry about it. You should take care of your children," Waylon said coldly.

"My sister is here. I need to go to the supermarket to buy diapers anyway. I can see you off at the door," Doris said.





Waylon did not say anything.

Women are really troublesome, but why don't I feel the same about Emma?

No matter how Emmeline threw a tantrum, he thought it was very adorable.

Doris and Waylon went to the basement parking lot.

Waylon took out his car keys.

"Huh?" Doris looked at the Bugatti in front of them. "Did you change your car?"

"I haven't fixed the other one," Waylon said coldly.

"You have a lot of cars," Doris said.

I only have one stroller, and it was bought at clearance prices!

"This belongs to my younger sister," Waylon said impassively. "The one you knocked into belongs to her too."

"Oh, your sister is quite capable…"

"Mm."

"How about you? What do you do?"

"I'm… jobless," Waylon thought for a while before answering.

Doris seemed surprised.

Waylon opened the car door and sat inside. He did not want to waste any more time with that woman.

As the saying went, "Time is money."

He stepped on the gas pedal, and the car sped away.