Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 856

Emmeline knew that the last step in pharmaceutical development was always the longest.

It was not surprising if that last step would take a matter of years!

In other words, Waylon did not know when the antidote would be done.

Waylon did not say anything because he knew that he could not promise anything.

Emmeline sat down on a chair and asked, "Any news about the owner of the Imperial Palace?"

Waylon shook his head and said, "I asked my father how secrets of the Adelmar clan were exposed, and he didn't have an answer for me. He told me that the only person privy to Adelmar clan recipes was one

of his previous assistants named Ywain. However, there hasn't been any news of him for the past twenty years, and all the books are still in the family collection."

"That's strange. The secret won't leak themselves, right?" Emmeline said.

"That's impossible, of course. I should let Benjamin go and investigate that Ywain guy's whereabouts," Waylon said.

Later in the night, Emmeline and Abel talked to each other on the phone.

In the end, Abel said good night to Emmeline and told her to go and rest.

Emmeline had no choice but to say good night to him.

She lay on the bed and flipped around but could not fall asleep.

There was a lot on her mind.

If the antidote isn't going to be ready anytime soon, would I have to remain separated from Abel?

It hurt her just to think of it.

It won't hurt as bad if it's a matter of staying away from physical intimacy. I can't even afford to see him.

Can we still be considered married then? Are we still in the same family?

Eventually, will we become strangers?

Her tears fell from her face and stained the pillow.

Suddenly, she heard the door open gently.

At first, she thought she was hallucinating.

However, she noticed a crack of light amid the darkness.

She instinctively opened her eyes.

The crack grew wider, and a tall silhouette appeared.

The silhouette's black bathrobe blended together with the darkness of the night.

Emmeline gasped softly. That was Abel.

He had secretly entered her room.

Emmeline bit the corner of her blanket, held her breath, and closed her eyes to pretend she was asleep.

Abel walked silently toward her.

Emmeline could hear his gentle breathing. Soon, she could feel his warm breath on her face.

He must be staring at me.

She felt her eyes turn moist, but she was worried that the tears might flow.

Abel would be angry to replace out she was only pretending to be asleep. He would not want her to see his pathetic state. Emmeline gritted her teeth and closed her eyes tightly to stop the tears from flowing.

Abel was in front of the bed for a few seconds and realized that Emmeline was not really sleeping. He stood up and walked toward the door.

Emmeline opened her eyes. With the dim light from outside the room, she could see the shape of his broad and strong back. "Abel..." Emmeline called out.

Abel suddenly stopped walking at the door.

Emmeline jumped out of the bed and pounced at him.

"Don't come any closer!" Abel ordered softly without turning around.

Emmeline's feet rooted themselves on the floor. Her outstretched arms were so close to touching Abel.

Abel dared not turn his head around. He could only say, "Go back to bed!"

"I don't want to." Emmeline began to sob. "I want to be with you."

"I want you to go back to bed! Can't you understand?" Abel raised his voice slightly. There was a hint of coldness in it. Emmeline shifted backward a little but did not step back.

"Hubby..."

"Shut up!" Abel growled. "I don't want you to kill me, so don't let me see you!"

She knew that Abel was lying.

Abel did not want Emmeline to see him not because of the poison, but because he did not want to show his weak side to her.

Of course, he was also worried she might catch a cold.

It was almost winter, and the nights were very cold. Emmeline was not properly dressed in warm clothes.

Abel said nothing and prepared to leave.

"Abel!" Emmeline took a step forward and hugged him from behind with both arms.

She rested her cheek on his back, and her tears stained his bathrobe.

"Don't go, hubby..."