The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 1432

– Chapter 1432 That Person Cannot Be Left Alone.

Chapter 1432 That Person Cannot Be Left Alone

Emmeline shared the situation with Abel, prompting him to express immediate concern. “How can someone from such a dysfunctional family enter into marriage? The family dynamics are utterly chaotic! Albus mother’s behavior must have been improper since her youth,” he said.

She sighed. “I’m at a loss. My mother won’t believe me. She’ll accuse me of fabricating lies to escape marriage, and finding witnesses is nearly impossible.”

He embraced her tightly, locking eyes with her. “Emma” he said with determination. “I can’t dwell on all that anymore. My priority is to protect you.”

“Abel,” she implored, her anxiety palpable. “What do you propose we do?”

Abel’s voice grew hoarse as he spoke, “I won’t let you return to Albus just to save Aunt Kimberly. I strongly disagree! I’ll confront him about this, and it marks the end of your association with the Zeller family,”

Emmeline paled and protested, “No, Abell My mother won’t be able to handle it. If something happens to her because of this, can you imagine how I would ever forgive you? Could I go on living? I can’t let my mother know about the rejection from the Zeller family.”

He furrowed his brows, remaining silent as he contemplated the situation. You’re right, he thought. Aunt Kimberly might not be able to change her ways. If something happens because she can’t accept it, how will Emma be able to continue living?

He felt the weight of the decision and said, “So, am I just supposed to stand by and watch, not caring, and seeing you beg Albus again?” His heart felt as though it was shattering. “Emma, by breaking my heart, are you requesting my life?”

I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Emmeline sobbed, her voice filled with anguish. “There’s no other way! I can’t let my mother get into trouble. I can’t hurt her anymore; she can’t handle it.”

His mind raced with desperation, and he wondered, What else can I do? He held her trembling body. overwhelmed by despair for the first time.

After lunch, Emmeline answered Vernon’s call and headed to the World Trade Building.

Sitting on the couch, Abel lit a cigarette, and with a thin mist of smoke in the air, he made a phone call “Where are you?” he asked, his voice low.

“I’m at the shop.” The person on the other end, a man with a hoarse voice, replied, “What’s going on?”

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“Help me take care of someone,” Abel said with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

The person chuckled. “You’re decent, but do you need to do this?”

“I have no choice!” Abel insisted. “That person must be dealt with.”

“Come over,” the person said in a hushed tone. “This matter can only be discussed in person.”

Abel extinguished the half–smoked cigarette in the ashtray and grabbed the car keys to the Santana before leaving.

An hour later, he arrived at Centennial, the most remote of the twenty–one townships in Altney. Despite its size, the town had only two intersecting streets, with a scattering of a dozen or so small shops. It included a department store, a music and video shop, and a trendy digital camera gallery.

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