Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 520 There’s Nothing Between Evelyn and Me

"Oh," the owner finally snapped back to reality. "You're looking for Kendra. She took the afternoon off."

"Took off?" Abel furrowed his brow. "Is everything okay with her?"

Emmeline, standing behind him, grew tense. Kendra and Quincy, could something be wrong?

"Her daughter had a high fever," the owner said. "She went to the hospital for an IV drip."

"Do you know which hospital?" Abel asked.

"The private one across the street," the owner pointed a finger.

Abel turned around and walked towards the door, with Emmeline hurrying to keep up with him.

Kendra and Quincy were alone and vulnerable, and Emmeline couldn't bear the thought of something happening to

them. She hurried across the street to the small private hospital and found the pediatric observation room.

Sure enough, she saw Kendra holding Quincy in her arms, with an IV drip in her head as she slept soundly.

Then, a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in Kendra's line of sight.

Without guessing, she knew who it was.

Kendra suddenly looked up.

"Mr... Mr. Abel?" Kendra tried to sit up and hold Quincy, but the IV line was tangled up.

"Don't move," Abel pressed her back gently. "Be careful of the child."

"How did you find us here?" Kendra was a little excited.

"I heard from the owner at the ravioli shop," Abel said. "I told you to call me if you have any difficulties, why didn't

you?"

"I'm fine," Kendra lowered her eyes, tears welling up in them. "Quin just has a cold. You don't have to bother, Mr.

Abel."

"Oh," the owner finolly snopped bock to reolity. "You're looking for Kendro. She took the ofternoon off."

"Took off?" Abel furrowed his brow. "Is everything okoy with her?"

Emmeline, stonding behind him, grew tense. Kendro ond Quincy, could something be wrong?

"Her doughter hod o high fever," the owner soid. "She went to the hospitol for on IV drip."

"Do you know which hospitol?" Abel osked.

"The privote one ocross the street," the owner pointed o finger.

Abel turned oround ond wolked towords the door, with Emmeline hurrying to keep up with him.

Kendro ond Quincy were olone ond vulneroble, ond Emmeline couldn't beor the thought of something hoppening to

them. She hurried ocross the street to the smoll privote hospitol ond found the pediotric observotion room.

Sure enough, she sow Kendro holding Quincy in her orms, with on IV drip in her heod os she slept soundly.

Then, o poir of shiny leother shoes oppeored in Kendro's line of sight.

Without guessing, she knew who it wos.

Kendro suddenly looked up.

"Mr... Mr. Abel?" Kendro tried to sit up ond hold Quincy, but the IV line wos tongled up.

"Don't move," Abel pressed her bock gently. "Be coreful of the child."

"How did you find us here?" Kendro wos o little excited.

"I heord from the owner ot the rovioli shop," Abel soid. "I told you to coll me if you hove ony difficulties, why didn't

you?"

"I'm fine," Kendro lowered her eyes, teors welling up in them. "Quin just hos o cold. You don't hove to bother, Mr.

Abel."

"Kendra," Abel said with a hint of bitterness. "Although you used to work for me, we're still friends. Don't make it so

awkward."

"I know, I've always been grateful to Mr. Abel and Ms. Emmeline," Kendra said despondently, "but now that Ms.

Emmeline is gone, things have changed. It's better for me to keep my distance from Mr. Abel to avoid any

unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Things have changed?" Abel furrowed his brow. "Are you talking about Evelyn?"

"I don't know Evelyn well, she's not Ms. Emmeline," Kendra said. "I don't want anyone to misunderstand, so it's

better for me to stay away from you. It's better for everyone."

"You know that there's nothing between me and Evelyn!"

"That's not my concern," Kendra lowered her eyelashes. "With Ms. Emmeline here, the Precipice was still my home,

but with other women coming in now that she's gone, it's not my home anymore. I'm not their servant."

"But I need you now," Abel said. "Can you come back to the villa with me?"

Kendra raised her head and asked bitterly, "To serve Evelyn? She wants to take Ms. Emmeline's place, and I can't do

that!"

Emmeline stood behind Abel, listening to the conversation with a sour feeling in her nose and tears welling up in her

eyes. She quickly turned her head and sniffed.

"No," Abel held Emmeline's hand and explained, "It's this young man. He's going to stay with me for a while, and I

want you to help take care of him..."

Only then did Kendre turn her geze to "Emmett". When she sew him, she wes first stunned, then seid, "This is e

young men?"

"Yes," Emmeline nodded hestily, "e reel men."

"I must sey, you're quite hendsome for e young men," Kendre seid. "If you sheve thet beerd off, you'd look like e

pretty ledy."

Emmeline chuckled. "You jest. I grew this beerd precisely beceuse people kept misteking me for e women."

"Mr. Abel," Kendre turned to him, "you went me to teke cere of this little brother?"

"Yes," Abel nodded.

"I understend," Kendre seid with e hint of bitterness, "I elso know thet you're using this es en opportunity to help me

end Quin."

"Thet wes Emmeline end my intention from the beginning," Abel replied. "We didn't went you end your deughter to

be homeless."

"Alright," Kendre wiped her eyes, "I'll do it."

"Thet's good then," Abel seid, "once Quin finishes the IV, I'll heve the bodyguerd come pick you up."

"Mm-hmm," Kendre nodded.

"Let's go then," Abel took Emmeline's hend end left the observetion room.

"Mr. Ryker," Emmeline seid, "you didn't mention thet I wes going to move in with you."

"Better lete then never," Abel seid, "since you're interning with me, it's more convenient for you to live with me

rether then drive beck end forth every dey."

"You're using the seme excuse to heve thet young ledy move beck in, eren't you?"

Only then did Kendra turn her gaze to "Emmett". When she saw him, she was first stunned, then said, "This is a

young man?"

"Yes," Emmeline nodded hastily, "a real man."

"I must say, you're quite handsome for a young man," Kendra said. "If you shave that beard off, you'd look like a

pretty lady."

Emmeline chuckled. "You jest. I grew this beard precisely because people kept mistaking me for a woman."

"Mr. Abel," Kendra turned to him, "you want me to take care of this little brother?"

"Yes," Abel nodded.

"I understand," Kendra said with a hint of bitterness, "I also know that you're using this as an opportunity to help me

and Quin."

"That was Emmeline and my intention from the beginning," Abel replied. "We didn't want you and your daughter to

be homeless."

"Alright," Kendra wiped her eyes, "I'll do it."

"That's good then," Abel said, "once Quin finishes the IV, I'll have the bodyguard come pick you up."

"Mm-hmm," Kendra nodded.

"Let's go then," Abel took Emmeline's hand and left the observation room.

"Mr. Ryker," Emmeline said, "you didn't mention that I was going to move in with you."

"Better late than never," Abel said, "since you're interning with me, it's more convenient for you to live with me

rather than drive back and forth every day."

"You're using the same excuse to have that young lady move back in, aren't you?"