Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 814 Give Me Worryfree

"Oh, how dare you, you impudent brat!" Waylon said while flicking Emmeline's forehead. "I have no need for a wife. I won't have the time to entertain her whenever she's sad!" "What about a child? Even if you don't want one, I want to see what your child would look like!"

"Stop being ridiculous!" Waylon pretended to be angry. "If you bother me about women again, I'm not going to give you the hair growth ointment anymore. You'll be bald!" "You're too late," Emmeline said while stroking the back of her head. "The hair has already grown back. You're not going to pluck them out again, right?"

Waylon stretched his neck to see. Emmeline was not lying.

Hair had already grown back on the bald patch and covered the scar.

"Mm," Waylon said and nodded. "It's growing pretty fast. That's because I invented the ointment myself."

"Waylon, why don't you go with me to visit Janie?" Emmeline said. "You can give her some health supplements so that she can recover faster."

"Can't you do it yourself?" Waylon said. "You didn't need me."

"You're a better doctor than I am," Emmeline said.

"No, you're just lazy," Waylon said and patted her head. "Well, at least you won't lose hair over coming up with recipes!"

Emmeline was happy. She went to ask the cook to make some chicken soup. Then, she and Waylon went to buy medicinal ingredients.

After they got back home, they began concocting a supplement, while the cook boiled some soup and placed it in a flask.

By the time Emmeline and Waylon arrived at the hospital, Janie had just woken up from a nap. She was chatting with Yvonne, the caretaker of Glenbrook. When Emmeline and Waylon entered the room, Yvonne greeted them and excused herself.

Janie nodded slightly as a greeting to Waylon.

Emmeline sat down on the chair next to the bed.

"Emma, can your eyes see now?" Janie asked.

"Mm," Emmeline replied. "I can see things now, but it's not very clear yet. I should recover completely in a few days."

"That's good to hear," Janie said. "When your eyes have completely healed and I'm out of the hospital, we should go shopping."

"You'll need more nutrition," Emmeline said. "I brought you chicken soup."

"Thank you, Emma," Janie took Emmeline's hands. "You're so nice to me."

"Aren't we friends?" Emmeline said. "You were searching for me when I was injured and brought to Adelmar Island, right?" Janie bit her lip.

Indeed, she was trying to look for Emmeline back then, but more importantly, she wanted to look for Benjamin.

"Right, Waylon brought you some supplements. You should get Yvonne to prepare it for you later," Emmeline said. "Thank you, Mr. Adelmar," Janie said to Waylon.

"Don't mention it. You should thank Emma instead," Waylon said with a smile.

"Why are you so humble?" Emmeline said. "I'll bring the supplements to Yvonne."

Janie nodded, and Emmeline went out of the door.

Waylon was worried that Emmeline could not see clearly, and he wanted to follow her. However, Janie stopped him. "Mr. Adelmar!" Waylon turned around. "Hm?"

"I have a favor to ask of you," Janie said.

Waylon sat down on the chair. "What is it?"

"Um..." Janie turned her head away. "Can you give me a dose of Worryfree?"

"Worryfree?" Waylon chuckled. "Why do you want that?"

"I..." Janie turned her head away even more. "You know what's going on between Benjamin and me... I don't want this to go on anymore. I don't like it." Waylon was silent for a while. "I think you should communicate with Benjamin. You shouldn't rely on drugs."

"It's not a matter of communication. Benjamin doesn't like me," Janie said glumly.

"Maybe you should let it go then," Waylon said. "You shouldn't take Worryfree on a whim."

Tears welled up in Janie's eyes. "Didn't you give it to Mr. Ryker? Please help me, Mr. Adelmar!"

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