Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 459

Chapter 459 Lady Adelmar

“I would’ve too. I stopped the first bullet, but I couldn’t stop the second one…” Abel said regretfully as he noticed

Sam’s tears streaming down her cheeks. “Who is her real family? Is it the Adelmar family?”

Sam nodded gently without speaking.

“Who heads the family?” Abel asked.

“I… can’t say…” Sam shook her head.

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“I’ll find out tomorrow anyway,” Abel reminded her. “You might as well tell me now.”

“No,” Sam said, avoiding Abel’s eyes. “If you find out on your own, no one can say it’s because I told you…”

“Huh! The girl is tight-lipped, it seems…” Abel chuckled.

“I’m only here to escort you onto the island before I have to return to Struyria,” Sam continued. “If you meet Ms.

Emmeline, please let me know how she is.”

“Since you’re already here, why don’t you just come along with us? Luca asked.

“I don’t know how the Master would react when he meets you,” Sam explained. “I should steer clear of him to avoid

being punished. He’s already angry enough that I failed to protect Ms. Emmeline. He gave me an earful through the

phone that day…” Sam’s lips quivered as she spoke.

“That’s not your fault. It was mine,” Abel frowned.

“It was my carelessness,” Sam maintained. “I should’ve kept my eyes on Ms. Emmeline at all times, whether she

liked it or not…”

“No point arguing over that now,” Abel interrupted her. “So what does Benjamin do here?”

Abel wiped his mouth and washed his face in the sink, catching a glimpse of his pallid complexion in the mirror.

“Emma…” he breathed heavily, holding on to the sink to support himself. “Please let me find you before I can’t hold

on any longer… Let me see your face once again…”

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There was a knock on the door before Abel heard a voice. “Mr. Abel, are you up?” Luca’s voice called out.

Abel gargled his mouth once more before he headed toward the door and unlocked it, giving Luca a shock. His

employer looked deathly sick and grey, but his dark eyes remained alert, yet sorrowful.

“Mr. Abel, what would you like to have for breakfast?” Luca asked. “I’ll order some takeout from the restaurant.”

“I won’t be having any,” Abel said simply. “You guys go ahead with breakfast. We’ll depart in half an hour.”

“… Alright, Mr. Abel,” Luca nodded despite being worried.

Abel closed the door and poured himself a glass of warm water before swallowing a few more painkillers.