Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law
Chapter 302

Chapter 302 Alana Interferes Again

Adrien reprimanded angrily, "Who let you in at this time? Don't you know I'm busy?"

Quentin replied, "It's time for you to change your medication. The healing of your wound would be affected if we didn't change your medication."

Adrien said, "I don't care about the wound, Emma is my main concern now. Why are you interrupting us? You're a jinx!"

Quentin's face grew gloomy. His hands were tucked into his sleeves as he silently stood to the side. He knew Mr. Adrien would slap him if he spoke too much. He had gone through this before, it was nothing

new.

Emmeline gently advised, "Adrien, the doctor, and the nurse are already here, let them take care of your wound. Your health comes first."

"Not as important as you."

"You two should wait outside," Adrien said as he waved at Quentin.

Quentin reluctantly walked out of the ward with the nurse.

Adrien and Emmeline carried on talking, but only about the children's daily activities. Adrien listened while beaming a heartfelt smile. The expression on his face was tender. Emmeline was surprised to notice a fatherly radiance in his smile.

After they exchanged a few more words, Emmeline glanced at her wristwatch and said, "I have to go home and prepare lunch for the kids."

"Don't worry, I run the Nimbus Hotel. I'll tell the manager to deliver three meals a day to Nightfall Cafe on time, as well as supper," Adrien remarked.

Emmeline shook her head and said, "That won't be necessary. The children prefer the food I make. It's delicious, nutritious, and healthy."

"Can you cook for me one day?" Adrien asked with a longing look.

Emmeline hesitated briefly, before she nodded perfunctorily, "We'll see."

Adrien pushed further, "We can't put this off. I need you to give me a chance. I promise to treat you well as your husband and a good father to the kids if you give me a chance." Emmeline was speechless. She choked on her own saliva and coughed violently.

Adrien said worriedly, "Emma, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm okay! Cough! Cough!"

Emmeline waved her hand while coughing, saying, "I'm leaving. I'll let the doctor in to change your medication."

Emmeline fled the ward before Adrien could respond.

"My god!"

After leaving the ward, Emmeline took a deep breath and felt she could breathe again.

It's so awkward to be with Adrien, especially considering how I feel I owe him something. It made me even more uncomfortable. I even felt embarrassed.

When Quentin and the nurse saw Emmeline come out of the ward, they hurriedly entered the room. Emmeline turned around and walked away.

"Emmeline," a gentle voice, was heard from behind.

Emmeline did not have to look back because she already knew it was Alana. She wanted to head straight for the elevator and had no intention of saying anything to Alana. However, Alana had come over and seized her arm. Adrien's ward and Alana's were not that far apart.

Emmeline shook her off and said coldly, "Why are you pulling me? How disrespectful does it appear in public?"

Alana looked aggrieved, "Hey, Emmeline, how could you talk to your sister so rudely? How did I act in an unsuitable manner?"

Emmeline replied icily, "I don't have time for a conversation. Please don't get in my way."

Alana explained, "I just wanted to apologise to you, I didn't mean any harm."

Emmeline raised her eyebrow and asked, "Apologies? What for?"

Alana pouted and said, "I'm talking about the day before yesterday. That day, Abel and I couldn't help ourselves, we lost control. We do it right in front of you, we...we..." The scene from that day flashed before Emmeline's eyes. Abel was holding Alana, and the two of them were making out on the sofa. Her heart ached as though a razor had pierced it. However, she managed to feign a gentle smile and say, "What's the big deal? You two are free to do as you please."

"Emmeline, are you certain this doesn't bother you?" Alana asked and stared intently at Emmeline's pretty face.

Alana pondered quietly. Her pretty face has a seductive glow to it. It's hard for me to resist the urge to scratch her face and destroy it.