The Quadruplets Are Mine? -
Chapter 192
The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 192
"He's in the emergency building and came with Emmeline," Quentin said.
Upon hearing that, Alana was stunned.
Abel didn't come to see me but came with Emmeline. Did Emmeline ill and Abel bring her here?
Alana jumped off the hospital bed
I opened the door.
"Dr. Anderson, what's going on?"
"Emmeline drank too much and had a headache. Mr. Abel brought her to the emergency room."
Without replying to Quentin, Alana put on her coat, rushed out of the ward, and entered the elevator.
Alana rushed to the emergency department angrily and found the observation room that Quentin mentioned. She held her breath, leaned on the glass door, and looked in. When she saw Abel and Emmeline, she suddenly became gloomy.
She saw Emmeline curled up in Abel's arms and sleeping soundly, and she could see Emmeline's delicate and charming appearance.
Abel held Emmeline like a baby. Even in sleep, he showed a doting smile. Emmeline got an
intravenous injection in one hand, and Abel held her other hand tightly.
Alana's face was pale, and a hint of cold poisonous light flashed in
her eyes. She took a few steps back and asked Quentin, "How long will Emmeline stay here?”
"She was unconscious when she came. After the intravenous injection, she has to be observed for twelve hours."
"I see!"
Alana snorted heavily. Then, she turned and left.
When Emmeline woke up, her head did not hurt anymore.
She opened her eyes, and her mind was clear. The bright morning sunlight came in through the window, which was fresh and
warm.
Here is... the hospital?
Emmeline was even startled when she saw a man lying beside her. She screamed, then kicked Abel to the floor.
Abel woke up from the fall. He got up quickly and asked, "Emma, are you okay? Is your head still hurting?"
"Uh..."
Emmeline pointed to Abel, then pointed to the ward. "What's going on? How did I end up here after sleeping? What happened?" "Weren't you ashamed to ask that? How much wine did you drink last night?"
"How did I come here?"
"You called me at midnight!" Abel
eaid, "You scared me!"
"I..." Emmeline scratched her head with a dazed expression. "Didn't I call Daisy?"
"Daisy was asleep when I knocked on the door."
"So I called you?" Emmeline looked upset.
She had entered Abel's contact into the blacklist but took the
initiative to call him. What a shame!
"Never mind who you call. It's good you're fine now," Abel said.
"Can I go now?"
Emmeline wanted to go home and take a shower. She did not bathe
when she went back last night. She felt dirty now.
"You need to be observed for twelve hours to confirm there's no problem with your cerebral blood vessels."
"I won't have a problem. I just drank too much."
"I haven't asked you yet," Abel sternly asked, "Who did you drink wine with? Until you get drunk!"
Emmeline knew she could not tell Abel that she drank wine with Adam. Otherwise, Abel would have to get the details, and the matter of the needle would come out again. So Emmeline made a lie. "I drank with colleagues from the crew. We
were too happy to dine together, so I drank a lot."
"Colleagues from the crew?" Abel was a little disbelieving.
"Yes," Émmeline responded hastily.
Abel did not want to be serious with her, so he said coldly, "You can sleep a little longer. I'll go to Nimbus Hotel to pack breakfast for you."
Emmeline nodded. She wanted Abel to leave quickly and stop asking about her drinking.
When Abel left, Alana came over while Quentin followed.
Quentin was supposed to be on the night shift, but for Alana's
cake, he stayed on.
Seeing Abel leaving the hospital, Quentin quickly sent a message to Alana.
As soon as Emmeline looked up, she saw Alana in a hospital gown standing at the door.
After being hospitalized for so long, Alana looked thinner, and her complexion was not good. But according to Emmeline's
examination of Alana that night, Alana should have been
discharged from the hospital long
ago.
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