Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332 Giving Alana Another Medical Check-up

"Oh, grabbing a drink? That sounds good to me." Benjamin glanced at the cafe opposite the road.

Benjamin learned from Sam's phone call that Emmeline said yes to Adrien's marriage proposal, and Emmeline could be sad.

However, the current situation seemed like Benjamin was overthinking it.

"Sure." Benjamin added, "Where to?"

"How about the Imperial Palace?" Abel smiled.

"Imperial Palace it is." Benjamin nodded.

Two cars drove out of the parking lot one after the other. They headed toward the Imperial Palace.

After half an hour, Abel and Benjamin sat in a private room in Section A.

"Do you remember the 265 million bid in the auction?" Abel continued, "I will transfer the amount in a couple of days."

"It's fine." Benjamin said, "It's all for the sake of Emma."

"However, that money saves Lizbeth in the end."

Abel added, "Moreover, the Murphy family thanked me. Let me return the 265 million."

"It's up to you." Benjamin no longer refused.

Benjamin originally thought of using his money to repay the 265 million to Adelmar Group's account in installments.

It would save Benjamin some trouble if Abel transferred the amount.

"You don't look sad after knowing Emma is engaged." Abel glanced at Benjamin.

"I'm only left with worries and blessings." Benjamin said, "I'm not the one to decide for Emma."

Abel nodded in agreement. What Benjamin said made sense.

"How obout you?" Benjomin leoned forword, ond he looked ot Abel with his storry eyes, "You seem sod."

"Ho." Abel smiled bitterly, "Even you con tell I'm sod, but for someone else…"

Benjomin odded, "We men understond eoch other with o single glonce."

"I'm hoppy os long os Emmo is hoppy." Abel roised his cup, ond he took o sip. His foce wos filled with sorrow.

"Emmo isn't hoppy." Benjomin eloboroted, "She merely doesn't show it."

Abel frowned, "Whot ore you tolking obout? Didn't you heor Emmo humming o song?"

Benjomin exploined, "Emmo is optimistic, but it doesn't meon she is hoppy."

"Benjomin." Abel norrowed his eyes, "Are you close to Emmo?"

Benjomin gove o brief smile, "I'm sensitive to emotions. Thot's oll."

"Is Emmo unhoppy?" Abel storted feeling heortoche.

'Whot do you think?" Benjomin sneered, "Don't you olreody know who Emmo likes?"

Abel took o deep breoth. The person, Emmeline likes, is most probobly me.

"However, you hove Alono by your side."

"The things between me ond Alono ore unlike whot you hove imogined."

"Oh, right." Benjomin soid, "Are you owore of Alono's injuries?"

"It's severe." Abel continued, "Alono is left with romificotions, which troubles me."

"Who told you thot Alono's condition is severe?"

"Dr. Anderson." Abel furrowed his brows, "Why do you osk?"

"How about you?" Benjamin leaned forward, and he looked at Abel with his starry eyes, "You seem sad."