Quadruplets Unite: Mother’s Words Are Law! Chapter 908

Doris hastily crouched down and picked up the items, but she could not keep the items in the bag.

Waylon could not bear to watch her struggle. He helped her pick up the items and closed the cloth bag properly.

“Thank you, Mr. Adelmar. Thank you.” Doris’ eyes were already teary.

She thought she looked pathetic, especially when her baby was also having a fever.

“Get in the car,” Waylon said. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Doris was too shocked for words.

“The stroller is damaged. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered,” Waylon said.

“Sorry to trouble you again, Mr. Adelmar.”

Waylon opened the backseat door and let Doris in.

He placed the items next to her, closed the door, and put the stroller next to a public trash can.

He started the car, went around the hospital building, and drove into the basement parking lot once more.

After parking the car, Waylon opened the car door for Doris.

“Thank you. I’ll go upstairs using the elevator,” Doris said.

“Let me help you.” Waylon picked up the cloth bag and the stack of diapers.

Doris pressed her lips together. “Thank you, Mr. Adelmar.”

Waylon did not say anything.

Usually, he was quite talkative, and it was evident whenever he bickered with Emmeline.

However, he had no feelings for Doris, so he kept his mouth shut.

The elevator arrived at the pediatric department. Waylon helped Doris with the registration.

The outpatient doctor listened to the baby’s breathing with a stethoscope. The preliminary diagnosis was pneumonia.

Doris seemed flustered. “Pneumonia? Does that mean my baby will have to be hospitalized?”

The doctor nodded. “Mm. For about seven to eight days.”

“But I have another child at home. I can’t travel to the hospital every day. Can’t you just give him some medicine?”

“This isn’t a common cold, this is pneumonia!”

The doctor turned his gaze toward Waylon standing next to Doris.

What’s this guy doing here? Is he only window-dressing?

Doris realized what the doctor was thinking. “Ah, he’s not my husband,” she said.

Waylon helped Doris with the paperwork, and the baby was brought to the pediatric ward.

Waylon was about to leave, and Doris saw him off.

Suddenly, Waylon asked, “By the way, where’s your husband?”

“We’re going through a divorce. He moved out,” Doris said.

Waylon said nothing and went into the elevator.

…

Meanwhile, Adam was running out of options after Mr. Ywain ran away. He could only send a message to Emmeline. “Please, Emma, please cure my Living Agony.”

“It’s too late!”

“Tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you.”

“Show me your real identity.”

“Except that.”

“Why are you being so mysterious?”

“Only to you.”

“Go and die!”

A second later, she added, “Right, you can’t die! It’s called Living Agony for a reason!”

“Please, I beg you, Ma’am.”

“Honorifics have no meaning now. It was supposed to be a fair exchange, but why did you throw away half of the antidote? You’ve fallen victim to your own trap! Serves you right!”

Adam sent another message. However, Emmeline had blocked messages and calls from unknown numbers.

None of Adam’s messages were read.

When Adam realized that, he felt true hopelessness for the first time in his life.

“Don’t let me catch you again, Emmeline Louise! I won’t show any mercy next time! F*ck you, you b*tch!”

Living Agony was triggered again. While Adam was writhing on the floor, the butler came over and said, “Mr. Adam, Mr. Murphy is here to visit.”

“Tell him to get lost!” Adam was not in the mood to meet anyone.

“Yes, Mr. Adam.” The butler went away to convey the message.

A few minutes later, he knocked on Adam’s door again.

“Go away! I’m not seeing anyone right now!” Adam was curled up on his bed like a snake.

“Mr. Adam, I told Mr. Murphy you’re ill. He said he knows a doctor who might be able to treat you.”

“What? A doctor?” Adam said.