The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 15

Benjamin, however, purposefully or not, got in his way, leaving Abel grabbing onto nothing but air.

Wonder Doctor had got into the ICU in the time it took to stop her.

“We’ll see just who you are once you’re out!”

He muttered to himself in a low voice. An hour flew by.

It was only then that the duo left the ward.

Benjamin waved to the crowd. “Mr. Oscar is stable. He should be awake in ten minutes.”

“Thank you.” Abel handed the five- million-dollar check to him.

Benjamin didn’t bother checking it and stuffed it into his pocket.

When Wonder Doctorleft the ICU, Abel halted her in her tracks. “Do you have a moment, Ms. Wonder Doctor?”

Emmeline stopped but did not turn around. “Who do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Abel?”

She lowered her voice, making herself sound different. There was a furrow between his brows at that.

She’s not Emmeline?

He had no choice but to say, “You’ve saved my grandfather twice now. I’d like to ask you out to dinner to express my gratitude.”

“I don’t have time,” she coolly rejected him.

Benjamin chuckled. “Please excuse us, Mr. Abel.”

Abel was at a loss once the elevator doors shut in his face.

Alana could finally heave a sigh of relief. What was I so worried about? Wonder Doctor is not someone the Rykers can afford to cross.

of the ICU as they

and went to the bathroom, wanting to refresh

splashed water onto her face to wake

was when she

standing behind her in

mirror’s reflection.

down her

to

tired than I thought. She thought to herself and

right behind her when she looked

Ghost!

her mouth shut

scream.

behind her was none other than

Emmeline?!

Wasn’t Emmeline

the utility room?

is she doing

Am I seeing things?

could feel her

under her weight.

hesitate to ruthlessly backhand her

fell onto the wet floor and was about to scream when Emmeline picked up the dirty rag from the sink and stuffed it

“Ack! Blergh!”

grimy water was poured down her throat. The idea of death now sounded like mercy compared to whatever was happening to her at

“Scared?”

a waste of a beautiful face. It would be moré fitting for

“I

spoke, she brandished a

rested

“Oomf!”

fright

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