Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 1429 Handling the Situation

“I apologize, madam, Emmeline stated. “I got momentarily distracted. Did I inadvertently cause you any harm?”

The middle–aged man expressed his concern, “Distracted while driving? Who taught you that?” His legs gave way as he attempted to stand, and he stumbled.

His companion, a middle–aged woman, clung to him and worriedly asked, “Jorge, are you alright?”

Jorge Zephyr frowned and replied, I can’t move my right foot.”

Initially, Emmeline believed they had fallen and could get back up. However, panic surged when she heard his revelation about his immobile foot, and she responded, “I’ll drive you to the hospital.”

“Let’s hurry to the hospital, then!” The middle–aged woman assisted Jorge in standing and climbed into Emmeline’s car with a hint of annoyance.

Emmeline remained composed and focused as she safely transported them to Altney Steel Central Hospital.

They completed the registration process, proceeded to the emergency room, and underwent an X–ray. examination.

The doctor explained, “It’s a sprain; you need rest, and I’ll bandage it.”

As the doctor attended to Jorge’s ankle, the middle–aged woman borrowed Emmeline’s phone and called home.

After half an hour, a young man arrived in his mid–twenties, he bore a strong resemblance to Jorge, likely his son.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Hank Zeller, your Mr. Jorge hurt his foot,” the middle–aged woman informed the young man.

Emmeline felt momentarily bewildered as various thoughts raced through her mind. This young man resembles Jorge’s son, so why did he refer to Jorge as Mr. Jorge instead of Dad? Also, his last name is Zeller, not Zephyr! Could it be that the middle–aged woman had an affair and gave birth to a child with someone else?

The doctor had already treated Jorge’s foot, bandaging it and applying medication to the abrasions.

Emmeline covered all the medical expenses.

The middle–aged woman expressed her concerns, saying, “Just doing this is not enough. How should we handle Jorge’s future implication?”

“Madam, please tell me,” Emmeline hurriedly responded. “I’ll take responsibility for whatever you think is appropriate

“I’m not blaming you,” the middle–aged woman assured. “Leave a thousand bucks, and we’ll consider it settled.”

“Michelle, Jorge interjected. “Forget it. It’s not a big deal!”

“No, we can’t just leave it like this,” Michelle insisted. “You’re injured, and it pains me. We can’t let this matter end this way.”

Emmeline opened her wallet and found seven hundred bucks, which she handed Michelle. “Take this seven hundred now, and I’ll bring the remaining three hundred to you tomorrow if you provide your address, she proposed.

Michelle expressed her doubt. “How can I trust you? You might just disappear!”

Emmeline reassured her. “My license plate number is 9965, and my car won’t run away. I will bring the remaining three hundred to you tomorrow morning.

Hank took the prescription at the clinic and jotted down the address for Emmeline. He kindly suggested, “If you don’t mind, just come home and see us. You don’t need to give us the money.”

She accepted the note, saying. “Madam, I will honor my words.”

However, over an hour passed, and Emmeline still hadn’t returned home. Hannah called as Emmeline reached her community’s entrance, asking impatiently. “Emma, where are you? Dad and Mom are waiting for you!”

Emmeline replied, “Alright, I’ll be home soon. She didn’t mention her delay and promptly ended the call.

After parking her car downstairs, Abel called, inquiring, “Emma, where are you?”

She responded weakly. I’m home. Hannah called and said Mom wants me to return home.”

Alarmed, he asked, “What’s going on?”

Emmeline admitted, “I don’t know yet. I haven’t gone upstairs.”

Concerned, Abel pressed. “Why do you sound off? Is something wrong?”

She tried to downplay her anxiety. I’m fine. I just drove back by myself and am a bit scared.”

“Did you drive alone?” He emerged from the house with his phone, scanning the area and realizing the Santana was missing. “You’re quite adventurous,” he exclaimed. “Why didn’t you give me a call?”

She replied sorrowfully, “Weren’t you caught up socializing? I didn’t want to inconvenience you to return.” you by asking

Abel persisted, “What’s more important than your safety? Nothing matters if something happens to you. Do you not understand this?”

Emmeline remained silent, well aware of his concern for her.

After returning home, she bent over and picked up her small dog. Seal, who came to greet her. The little creature had put on some weight, now appearing round, chubby, and heavier.

“Emma…” Kinberly approached and said, “Albus and his mother visited us yesterday.”

Emmeline acknowledged her with a murmured response, her brow furrowing as her thoughts filled with uncertainty. What happens next? How would Mom deal with me?