The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 1361

Chapter 1361 Sleeping Pills

Emmeline’s body tilted as the slap landed firmly on her neck. Instantly, several red marks appeared on her

fair neck.

“Are you crazy? Who are you?” Emmeline pushed her chair back and stood up. “Why did you hit me?”

“Ysabel, you shameless sl’t, seducing my man! I’ll tear you apart today!”

“Get it straight. I’m not the person you’re looking for!”

“You’re still pretending? You look like a vixen. You’re telling me you’re not Ysabel Hemmings?!”

The large woman shouted and lunged again. This time, Emmeline was prepared. She lifted her leg and kicked the woman squarely in her chubby belly.

The woman stumbled, unable to stop herself, and plopped onto the ground, wailing loudly. “She hit me! A teacher hit me! Ysabel Hemmings hit me!”

The teacher’s lounge quickly filled with onlookers, both teachers and students.

“Hey, hey! Lady, you’ve got the wrong person!” the PE teacher said.

“You’re protecting her?!” the large woman accused.

“Why would we lie to you? If you don’t believe it, just ask around!”

“It’s really not her! You’ve mistaken her for someone else, the music teacher explained.

The large woman sized Emmeline up. “Well, she doesn’t seem to be Ysabel. Ysabel should be a woman in her thirties. This one is a young lady.”

“Well, thank you for slapping me before finding out the facts, Emmeline grumbled.

“Well, you kicked me too!” the large woman retorted, getting up.

“You deserved it!” Emmeline, with a lioness-like attitude, looked like she wanted to kick the woman again.

“I’m going to find Ysabel!” The woman, realizing she was wrong, hastily left the teacher’s lounge.

“Who’s that woman?” the music teacher asked.

“She’s the administration head’s wife, the PE teacher replied.

“Shh!” the music teacher cautioned. “Don’t make a fuss!”

“Why not? Oh, so we can’t talk about it even if they dare to do it?” the PE teacher said with a disdainful expression.

“Perhaps you should consider your future in the context of the current staff reassignment,” the music teacher suggested. “Unless you don’t want to work at this school anymore.”

When Emmeline returned home from work at noon, her father was busy in the kitchen.

“Mom and I agreed to have taquitos for lunch, Dad. Why are you cooking?” Emmeline asked.

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