Ambush of the Quadruplets
Chapter 960 Fated To Bring Trouble Around Him

"I'm sending you home," Waylon sounded frustrated, "I am not harboring bad intentions toward you, and I am not interested in you also. I just can't leave you alone in your injured state!"

"This will not kill me!" Doris protested, "I just sprained my ankle."

"I know," Waylon frowned, "If you continue to be feisty like this, I don't mind leaving you on the road like you were there just now."

Then, he put her down.

The moment her feet touched the road, she let out a scream and threw herself at him.

"You have dislocated your joints," Waylon's face was eerie, "Or else, I would leave you to your own devices! Do you think I have too much time on my hands? Do you think carrying you in my arms is not tiring at all? Not to mention getting those looks from others!"

Doris knew that she had no grounds to protest, and she needed his help. She stopped complaining after that.

"But we are here because I need to wire you the money," Doris was anxious, "Should we head to the ATM machine first? We can go after that."

"Do you think I want to be seen carrying you around in my arms? Who do you take me for? I am not hurting for money anyway," Waylon was in a bad mood, "I will send you home now as I need to get back home quickly for dinner. Why am I so unlucky?"

Doris was speechless.

She hated herself for being such a troublemaker.

Doris did not make a sound or move an inch after finally accepting her fate.

Waylon carried her to his Maybach parked by the road, and he opened the car door and shoved her to the backseat.

He remembered where she stayed. It was not too far from here.

The car arrived at a neighborhood area after just three minutes.

After parking in a parking space, he carried Doris to her place.

That middle-aged woman from last time was there as well. She was trying to put the twins to sleep.

However, she was struggling to do that as the twins took turns waking up and crying every other minute.

Waylon thought about how Emmeline first raised the three children. They needed four nannies and some of his brothers helped out as well. Robert could not rest easy too. Everyone was busy taking care of the triplets!

The twins he saw now were really bothering the nanny.

Waylon put her down on a sofa, and he removed her shoes to check her injury.

"Mr. Adelmar, you should leave now."

Doris watched her naked feet getting attention from Waylon, and she immediately blushed.

"I can apply some ointment later."

"What did I tell you just now? Your foot is dislocated," Waylon did not even look up, "Ointment won't have any effect on this. You need to correct it with the help of a professional."

"So it's really dislocated?" Doris yelped, "No wonder it hurts so badly!"

"Take a deep breath," Waylon held her foot and moved it in all directions. Then, with a sudden jerking motion, he adjusted the foot.

"Ah!" Doris let out an agonized scream. It was so painful that she felt like dying.

"It's fine now!" Waylon announced, "The swell will be gone after you apply some ointments later."

"Wait, it's fixed now?" Doris was ecstatic. She was also surprised, "Mr. Adelmar, where did you learn how to do this?"

"This is nothing," Waylon stood up, "I will be leaving now."

"Let me send you off," Doris struggled to get up from the sofa.

Before Waylon could warn her not to move around, she immediately lost her footing and collapsed to the floor.

Waylon could not prevent her from crashing into the tea table.

"Oh my god, this is so painful!"

Waylon put his palm on his forehead. His brain was feeling hurt from the stupidity that he was seeing.

Why was she being so clumsy all the time?

Could it be that she was fated to bring trouble around him?

He needed to go back home urgently to have dinner with his siblings!

He had promised Emmeline that he would return as soon as possible.

However, it seemed that his plan was getting ruined.

This woman right here was really troublesome!

Although he was frustrated, Waylon still bent down to carry Doris onto the sofa.

"Where is the ointment? Don't move."

"I am really sorry."

Doris' face was so red that she could not even speak properly, "It's in that cupboard."

Waylon walked toward it and opened it.

After rummaging around, he found an ointment that could ease the bruises.

He applied it to her skin, and then he went to the washroom to wash his hands.

"I owe you too much," Doris was teary-eyed, "I don't even know how to repay you."