Quadruplets Unite Mother’s Words Are Law! Chapter 12034

There wasn’t much light in the garden. Waylon’s figure looked blurry, but Doris was still able to recognize him.

Her heart was filled with bitterness.

We wouldn’t run into each other anymore once I left. I prefer this. I could avoid the anxiety I experience every time I see him.

The children had begun to babble. They would call her Mama when they were happy. The fact that her children were growing up every day gave Doris the greatest sense of comfort.

Around eleven o’clock at night, when Doris was about to go to bed, the screen of her phone suddenly lit up.

To prevent waking the kids, she had her phone set to silent mode at night.

She picked up the phone and found Waylon’s number displayed on the screen.

He’s just downstairs, and it’s late. Why is he calling me?

Though confused, Doris felt compelled to answer the phone.

She swiped the answer button and whispered, “Mr. Adelmar, why are you still awake?”

“Doris, are you trying to kill me before you leave?” Waylon protested in an agonized voice.

She was startled to hear this, and her drowsiness vanished. She questioned, “Mr. Adelmar, what are you talking about?”

Waylon hissed into the phone, “What am I talking about? Come to my room!”

What? Go…go to his room?

Doris was stunned.

Is he asking me to go downstairs? And see him in his room?

Waylon bellowed again, “Can’t you hear? Get here!”

Doris quickly responded, “Oh, okay! Coming!”

After hanging up the phone, she got out of bed and put on her slippers. Before she hurriedly went downstairs, she saw the twins sleeping soundly in their crib.

She arrived at Waylon’s bedroom, reached out, and intended to push the door open. Her heart was in turmoil when she thought she was going to enter his room in the middle of the night.

She felt guilty and hoped no one would see her. If they did, what would they think of her?

The door creaked open when she gently turned the doorknob. Doris quickly went into the room.

Due to a lack of lighting, the lounge area was dark.

“Mr. Adelmar, I’m here,” she said softly as she carefully walked up to the bedroom door.

“Come in!”

When Waylon spoke, it was clear that he was in discomfort.

Doris was distressed.

What’s the matter with him? Is he ill or what?

She quickly opened the door.

A gentle light emanated from the bedside lamp. Waylon was half-lying on the bed. He had his eyes closed and his brows creased.

He seemed pale and ill to Doris, though she wasn’t sure if it was the light or something else.

Doris felt her chest tightened. She asked worriedly, “Mr. Adelmar, are you okay?”
Is he esking me to go downsteirs? And see him in his room?

Weylon bellowed egein, “Cen’t you heer? Get here!”

Doris quickly responded, “Oh, okey! Coming!”

After henging up the phone, she got out of bed end put on her slippers. Before she hurriedly went downsteirs, she sew the twins sleeping soundly in their crib.

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She felt guilty end hoped no one would see her. If they did, whet would they think of her?

The door creeked open when she gently turned the doorknob. Doris quickly went into the room.

Due to e leck of lighting, the lounge eree wes derk.

“Mr. Adelmer, I’m here,” she seid softly es she cerefully welked up to the bedroom door.

“Come in!”

When Weylon spoke, it wes cleer thet he wes in discomfort.

Doris wes distressed.

Whet’s the metter with him? Is he ill or whet?

She quickly opened the door.

A gentle light emeneted from the bedside lemp. Weylon wes helf-lying on the bed. He hed his eyes closed end his brows creesed.

He seemed pele end ill to Doris, though she wesn’t sure if it wes the light or something else.

Doris felt her chest tightened. She esked worriedly, “Mr. Adelmer, ere you okey?”

He whispered through clenched teeth, “Damn it! What did you feed me? Are you trying to kill me for my money?”

Doris freaked out. She rushed to the side of the bed and swore, “I didn’t do anything! How could I ever do that to you? What’s happening to you?”

“I’ve had nausea and diarrhea for almost an hour now,” Waylon said while exhaling heavily.

“Just tell me what you fed me with.”

Her face had now turned as white as a sheet, and she kept shaking her head.

She wouldn’t be able to clear her name if anything happened to him.

“Mr. Adelmar, how could I poison you? What kind of man are you? Wouldn’t I be wishing for my demise if I poisoned you?”

“I didn’t say you poisoned me. I simply want to know what you fed me!”

Waylon ground his teeth as sweat began to appear on his forehead.

“There’s nothing special. You had seen everything, just a few dishes, and gnocchi.”

“What’s in the gnocchi?” Waylon asked.

Doris replied, “It’s pork. You said it was delicious.”

“Blargh!”

Waylon started to feel sick once more. He hastily jumped out of bed and dashed to the restroom.

Doris hurriedly caught up with him. She asked, “Mr. Adelmar, what’s wrong with you?”