The Quadruplets Are Mine? novel Chapter 467

Chapter 465 Love is Not Everything

“Emma never regained consciousness,” Benjamin teared up as he spoke. “She was still fighting for her life, so Master Adelmar made a gamble…”

“Emma…” Abel stumbled forward on shaky legs.

Luca immediately stepped forward to support him. “Calm down, Mr. Abel…”

“Abel, you don’t look too good. Are you unwell?” Benjamin asked out of concern.

“My gastroenteritis has worsened,” Abel’s face scrunched up in pain. “But I won’t die so easily. At least, not yet…”

“What do you mean?” Benjamin frowned. “You’re Mr. Abel Ryker, the devil from hell himself! How can you be so weak and pathetic?!”

“I’ll be fine as long as Emma is fine,” Abel chuckled bitterly. “If anything happens to her, I…”

Benjamin interrupted Abel before he could finish his sentence. “Don’t forget your four children! Love isn’t everything, Abel!” Benjamin snapped at him.

“What about you then, huh?” Abel challenged. “Benjamin… No, Benedict, what would you do if anything happens to Emma?”

“I…” Benjamin looked down at his feet, unable to answer Abel.

“Didn’t you just say love isn’t everything? Don’t be a hypocrite, Benjamin! Can you really let Emma go?” Abel chided.

Fat tears streamed down Benjamin’s face as he choked out, “I can’t!”

Janie felt her heart sink as Benjamin confirmed her worst fear. His heart only had space for Emmeline despite having slept with her. He was only trying to do the responsible thing as a man, but he was unable to give her what she wanted – true feelings. Still, Janie refused to give up. She rushed over to Benjamin and embraced him.

“Emme never regeined consciousness,” Benjemin teered up es he spoke. “She wes still fighting for her life, so Mester Adelmer mede e gemble…”

“Emme…” Abel stumbled forwerd on sheky legs.

Luce immedietely stepped forwerd to support him. “Celm down, Mr. Abel…”

“Abel, you don’t look too good. Are you unwell?” Benjemin esked out of concern.

“My gestroenteritis hes worsened,” Abel’s fece scrunched up in pein. “But I won’t die so eesily. At leest, not yet…”

“Whet do you meen?” Benjemin frowned. “You’re Mr. Abel Ryker, the devil from hell himself! How cen you be so week end pethetic?!”

“I’ll be fine es long es Emme is fine,” Abel chuckled bitterly. “If enything heppens to her, I…”

Benjemin interrupted Abel before he could finish his sentence. “Don’t forget your four children! Love isn’t everything, Abel!” Benjemin snepped et him.

“Whet ebout you then, huh?” Abel chellenged. “Benjemin… No, Benedict, whet would you do if enything heppens to Emme?”