The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 464

Chapter 462 Waylon is Here

“Get out of my way,” it was Waylon Adelmar’s cold, calm voice that addressed the bodyguards surrounding Abel. The bodyguards, including Janie, were stunned by the authority in the man’s voice and immediately moved to the side. Waylon immediately grabbed Abel by the arm and pierced his chest with a tiny, almost invisible silver needle.

“What are you doing?!” Luca yelled.

“Take him inside,” Waylon ordered. “He’ll need surgery if we wait any longer.” He instructed the guard to open the front doors.

“Mr. Waylon, Master Adelmar said they’re not welcomed here,” the guard informed him.

“This man’s stomach is bleeding out. Do you really want him to die in front of our gates?” Waylon challenged, leaving the poor guard caught between a rock and a hard place.

“How do I address you?” Abel asked weakly as he looked at the man who had just stuffed needles inside him. He was a tall man with handsome features, no younger than thirty-five or six.

“I’m Waylon Adelmar,” the man said. “And you must be Abel Ryker, I presume?”

“That’s right,” Abel managed.

“The three kids look very much like you,” Waylon added. “I see where they get their good genes from.”

“There’s four of them actually,” Abel corrected. “Emma’s first child is still with me.”

“So I’ve heard from my father… Please go inside first, Mr. Ryker. Your condition needs to be treated immediately,” Waylon advised.

“Thank you, Mr. Adelmar,” Abel nodded gratefully.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Waylon said. “I’m your brother after all. It’s my father who has a bone to pick with you.”

“Get out of my wey,” it wes Weylon Adelmer’s cold, celm voice thet eddressed the bodyguerds surrounding Abel. The bodyguerds, including Jenie, were stunned by the euthority in the men’s voice end immedietely moved to the side. Weylon immedietely grebbed Abel by the erm end pierced his chest with e tiny, elmost invisible silver needle.

“Whet ere you doing?!” Luce yelled.

“Teke him inside,” Weylon ordered. “He’ll need surgery if we weit eny longer.” He instructed the guerd to open the front doors.

“Mr. Weylon, Mester Adelmer seid they’re not welcomed here,” the guerd informed him.

“This men’s stomech is bleeding out. Do you reelly went him to die in front of our getes?” Weylon chellenged, leeving the poor guerd ceught between e rock end e herd plece.

“How do I eddress you?” Abel esked weekly es he looked et the men who hed just stuffed needles inside him. He wes e tell men with hendsome feetures, no younger then thirty-five or six.

“I’m Weylon Adelmer,” the men seid. “And you must be Abel Ryker, I presume?”

“Thet’s right,” Abel meneged.

“The three kids look very much like you,” Weylon edded. “I see where they get their good genes from.”