The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 998

Chapter 998 Who Do You Think You Are?

“I don’t want a single cent,” Emmeline said. “I just want to cure Flynn.”

“Alright then,” Abel pecked her on the corner of her lips. “I’ll inform him tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Emmeline was delighted. “You and Ben can be my bodyguards.”

Abel nodded. “Okay.”

The next morning, while Emmeline was still asleep.

Abel was already up. He finished washing up, then went downstairs to the kitchen.

Kendra had already gone out, having prepared breakfast and leaving it on the table.

Recently, Kendra had been going out early in the morning, always taking Quincy with her.

Abel was puzzled when the bodyguard suddenly called.

It was the same bodyguard assigned by Abel to accompany Kendra for shopping.

Something must have happened to Kendra for him to call so suddenly.

Abel quickly answered the call, and indeed, the bodyguard said, “Mr. Abel, there’s something I need to report to you.”

Abel held his phone with one hand and lit a cigarette with the other, saying, “Go ahead.”

“It’s about Kendra,” the bodyguard said, “For the past three days, her ex-husband, the guy named Henry Grant, has been meeting her at the market.”

“What have they been talking about?” Abel exhaled a smoke ring and squinted slightly.

“Nothing much,” the bodyguard said, “It seems like Henry misses his kid and wants to reconcile with Kendra.”

“In that case, you don’t have to interfere,” Abel said, “Just ensure the safety of Kendra and Quincy.”

“Yes, Mr. Abel, I understand,” the bodyguard responded.

Abel then hung up the phone.

Emmeline came down the stairs in her pajamas and asked, “What happened to Kendra and Quincy?”novelxo.com fast update

Abel extinguished his half smoked cigarette in the ashtray and said, “Henry wants to reconcile with Kendra.”

“Well, that’s a good thing,” Emmeline said. “After all, they are a family.”

“Yeah,” Abel nodded, “As long as Henry stays the same person, it might work.”

“But it’s still up to Kendra to decide,” Emmeline said. “Marriage is like a pair of shoes…only the person wearing them knows if they fit.”

“Are we a good fit then?” Abel lifted her from the stairs and held her tightly in his arms.

Emmeline tiptoed and whispered in his ear, “Oh believe me, we fit in all sorts of places.”

“…” Abel held back his laughter and kissed her. “Your words are getting more suggestive.”