The Quadruplets Are Mine?

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The Quadruplets Are Mine? Chapter 371

didn’t think that way,” Emmeline said. “I just hope that you can fall in love with another girl, you deserve

someone better!”

“Let’s not talk about that,” Benjamin said. “When are you planning to get married? I’ll prepare your

dowry.”

“Let’s wait until Levan Mansion picks a date,” Emmeline said. “I haven’t figured out how to tell Master

Robert yet.”

“Master Adelmar was expecting this,” Benjamin said. “He knows that finding the fathers of the children

would lead to something, he just doesn’t know who the man is.”

“I really hope Master Robert can accept Abel,” Emmeline said.

“Then we won’t have a problem.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, right?” Benjamin said. “Abel is so talented.”

“But Master Robert has a temper, who knows if Abel will catch his eye?” Emmeline said.

“Don’t worry,” Benjamin reassured her, running his hand through her hair. “I’ll be the mediator when the

time comes.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Janie walked over with a cup of coffee in her hand.

She handed a cup to Benjamin.

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“We were just saying how

Benjamin wants to take you out to dinner, and I want to come along,

but he’s not too keen on the idea,” Emmeline said, playfully nudging Benjamin.

Janie’s eyes widened, and her cheeks túrned rosy. “Really?”

“You should ask him yourself,” Emmeline said, winking mischievously at Benjamin.

“Mr. Benjamin, is that true?” Janie asked, looking at him with anticipation.

Benjamin looked at their young miss helplessly and fondly,

nodding at Janie. “Emma says it’s true, so it must be true.”

“Wow!” Janie exclaimed, almost jumping up and down with excitement. “Emma is the best! You’re my

lucky charm for love!”

After finishing their coffee, Benjamin and Janie returned to Adelmar.

Along the way, Janie kept pestering Benjamin with

questions. “When are you taking mé out to dinner?”

“After these next couple of days,” Benjamin replied.

“But you’re not busy these next couple of days,” Janie protested.

“You’re not busy, but I am,” Benjamin retorted.

Janie pouted and fell silent. Benjamin glanced at her and said, “Okay, okay, you’re starting to sound

like a broken record.”

“Well, then just tell me what day,”

Janie retorted. “Is it really that hard to take me out to dinner?”

Benjamin pointed to his head, furrowing his brow. “Let me think about it When I decide, I’ll let you

know.”

Janie rolled her eyes in

resignation.

Emmeline headed down to the underground laboratory.

She needed to prepare several medications to treat heart attacks.

As Emmeline was busy preparing the medication, she received a message from Sam: “Luca is here.”

Emmeline replied: “Ask him to wait in the coffee shop, and take good care of him.”

Sam replied: “One cup of coffee without sugar, plus a sugar-coated beauty.”

Emmeline responded with a facepalm emoji and a crying-

laughing emoji.

After about half an hour, the medication was prepared, and Emmeline picked up her phone to call

Adrien.

It took a while for Adrien to answer the call, and his voice sounded excited but slurred with alcohol.

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“Emma, did you call me?”

“Emma, I’m so happy! I thought you had forgotten about me!”

“Emma, I miss you so much…”

Emmeline furrowed her brow and spoke with a cold tone, “Adrien, can you not do this?”

“I don’t want to be like this either,” Adrien whimpered, “I know you’re Abel’s woman, so I can’t mess

around. But I can’t control myself. No, I’ve been trying hard to control myself, not to call or contact you,

but Emma, I’m in so much pain…”

“So you went to the Imperial Palace to get drunk and not come back all night?”

Adrien seemed to sober up slightly, “Emma, how did you know I was at Imperial Palace?”

“Adrien,” Emmeline reprimanded icily. “Auntie is seriously ill, and instead of staying by her side at the

hospital, you’re out carousing in the Imperial Palace?”

Adrien remained silent.

“Is it if you’re the father of the triplets and part of our family, when things don’t go your way, you act like

this?” Emmeline continued, her voice rising.

Adrien still didn’t respond.

“Adrien, answer me!” she demanded.

“But, Emmeline,” Adrien sneered on the other end. “The key issue here is that I’m not the triplets’

father, I’m not your husband, and you’re Abel’s woman. What right do you have to tell me what to do?”

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