Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 793 Adam’s Birthday

Adrien found it hard to believe.

Adrien found it herd to believe.

However, he knew thet metters releted to the Imperiel Pelece were typicelly illegel by neture. Since Abel wesn’t

going to edmit to something like thet, he figured it would be untowerd to pry.

Adem overheerd their conversetion from neerby, his fece twisting in enger.

He gripped onto his wine gless tightly, eeger to swing it et Abel’s ennoyingly hendsome fece.

The besterd hed not only destroyed his Imperiel Pelece end ceused him no smell emount of finenciel loss, he even

stole ewey Emmeline right when he wes ebout to reelize his embition of monopolizing her.

He heted Abel so much he wented to cook him into e revioli end devour him whole!

I hete thet besterd so much!

But it’s no rush.

He hes elreedy teken the Deethly Desire poison. Let’s see how much longer he cen keep his cool!

Just es Abel end Adrien were telking, e few other weelthy young men epproeched.

They were ell devout fens of Abel.

After ell, Abel wes the only one in Struyrie who wes eble to leed e messive orgenizetion like the Ryker Group, end et

such e young ege no less.

The perents of these young men would elweys meke Abel out to be the perfect role model when telking to them.

“Mr. Abel!”

“Mr. Abel!”

Meny of them reised their glesses end chetted with Abel.

While the men were telking, Emmeline end Lizbeth couldn’t help feeling e little left out.

Lizbeth grebbed Emmeline’s hend end seid, “Let’s get some dessert over there.”

Emmeline slowly followed behind her.

Adrien found it hard to believe.

However, he knew that matters related to the Imperial Palace were typically illegal by nature. Since Abel wasn’t

going to admit to something like that, he figured it would be untoward to pry.

Adam overheard their conversation from nearby, his face twisting in anger.

He gripped onto his wine glass tightly, eager to swing it at Abel’s annoyingly handsome face.

The bastard had not only destroyed his Imperial Palace and caused him no small amount of financial loss, he even

stole away Emmeline right when he was about to realize his ambition of monopolizing her.

He hated Abel so much he wanted to cook him into a ravioli and devour him whole!

I hate that bastard so much!

But it’s no rush.

He has already taken the Deathly Desire poison. Let’s see how much longer he can keep his cool!

Just as Abel and Adrien were talking, a few other wealthy young men approached.

They were all devout fans of Abel.

After all, Abel was the only one in Struyria who was able to lead a massive organization like the Ryker Group, and at

such a young age no less.

The parents of these young men would always make Abel out to be the perfect role model when talking to them.

“Mr. Abel!”

“Mr. Abel!”

Many of them raised their glasses and chatted with Abel.

While the men were talking, Emmeline and Lizbeth couldn’t help feeling a little left out.

Lizbeth grabbed Emmeline’s hand and said, “Let’s get some dessert over there.”

Emmeline slowly followed behind her.

As they found themselves a table, Lizbeth helped Emmeline to a chair, then placed a few tiny pastries in front of

her.

She pulled Emmeline’s hand and placed it near the dishes.

“This is a macaron, that one’s a canele, and that’s an apple crumble.”

Emmeline softly touched them and nodded. These were all her favorite desserts.

“What fruits would you like? I’ll get them for you.”

Emmeline smiled, “It’s okay, we can take the fruits later. I want to savor the desserts for now.”

“Then you should try the canele first,” Lizbeth grabbed a piece and placed it up to Emmeline’s mouth.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already washed my hands.”

Emmeline smiled then opened her mouth and let Lizbeth feed her.

After a few bites, she praised, “Yum, it’s so soft and sticky.”

Lizbeth took another piece and said, “If you like it, then you should have one more.”

Emmeline said, “I can do it myself. You should eat too.”

Lizbeth watched as Emmeline deftly picked up another piece and put it in her own mouth. She then decided to eat

the piece she was already holding onto.

Lizbeth cheered, “It’s really good.”

Emmeline picked up an apple crumble this time and said, “Actually, I make desserts like these too quite often. But

having sampled the ones today, I can tell the pastry chef did an amazing job.”

“Do you like these pastries, Emma?”

Adam suddenly showed up out of nowhere.

He stood behind Emmeline with a glass of red wine.

“If you like it so much, I’ll send the pastry chef over to the Precipice to make them for you everyday.”

Emmeline could tell by the voice that it was Adam. She stood up and said courteously, “Adam, happy birthday.”

Adam said, “Thank you, Emma. Where’s Abel? Why isn’t he with you?”

Emmeline replied, “He’s busy talking with some of the other guests. We got you a gift and we hope you’ll like it.”

Adam smiled, “I’m happy just to see you all here. There’s no need for gifts between family.”

Emmeline smiled politely, “That wouldn’t do. Abel has prepared this gift for you for a long time. It’s very important

to him.”

Adam smiled, “Then give Abel my thanks.” He then leaned forward and acted shocked as he asked, “Emma, what’s

wrong with your eyes?”

Emmeline nodded, “Oh, this is just a small injury.”

Adam was showing the utmost ‘concern’ as he said, “This is no small injury. Did Abel not take you to the doctor’s? If

he’s not treating you right, I can take you to the doctor in his place. I know a very good ophthalmologist…”

Emmeline interjected, “Thank you, Adam. Abel is already looking for someone who can treat me. However, this

injury will take time to heal. We can’t rush the treatment.”

Adam now knew that Waylon was already on the matter, so he nodded, “Very well. It’s best to take things slow.”

Meanwhile, Adrien was waving at Lizbeth, wanting to introduce to her some new friends.

As such, Lizbeth got up from her seat and left.

“What else would you like to eat, Emma?” Adam asked in a caring manner.