Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Chapter 1004 Was That Man Angry?

"Oh, I forgot to introduce," Janie said, tilting her head awkwardly towards Benjamin, "This is my classmate, Harold."

Benjamin pursed his thin lips, his handsome face resembling a snow-capped mountain.

Janie's heart skipped a beat.

She turned to introduce Benjamin to Harold, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

Harold, after all, was still her classmate. But what was Benjamin?

Just as she was about to say, "This is our classmate," Benjamin spoke lightly, "I am Benjamin, nice to meet you."

Janie didn't expect Benjamin to initiate a conversation with Harold, and she felt strange inside.

However, he kept his hands at his sides, showing no intention of shaking hands with Harold.

Harold withdrew his hand and nodded slightly, reservedly, "Hello, Mr. Benjamin."

"You go ahead," Janie said to Benjamin, "I'll check on Aunt Cynthia."

"..." Benjamin didn't respond, remained silent for three seconds, and then said, "Okay."

The elevator doors opened as they reached the first floor.

Benjamin stepped out without looking back.

Janie watched his stern figure for a second or two, distracted: Was that man angry?

Jennie came out of the hospital room and bowed to Waylon.

"I heard from Doris, and I really want to thank you this time." Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Not a problem," Waylon said with a slight curl of his thin lips, "I have nothing better to do, so it just coincided."

"Mr. Adelmar," Jennie smiled with a hint of embarrassment. "Do you still remember that conversation?"

" Waylon squinted his cold eyes, "I don't have senile dementia yet."

"Isn't my apology enough for you?" Jennie said, "Can't you stop holding onto this trivial matter?"

"Well, then," Waylon said, "since you're here and it's none of our business anymore, we'll leave."

"But," Jennie looked troubled, "There's still a problem at hand."

"Does it have anything to do with me?" Waylon furrowed his brow.

Whenever he got involved with these sisters, he felt like trouble would never cease, so it was wise to walk away.

"It has to do with the children," Jennie said, "Doris needs to stay in the hospital for a few days, and

there's trouble with her house. Where will the kids stay?"

Waylon paused, "Of course, it's your house, isn't it? Isn't that what being a great aunt means?"

"I wish it were that simple," Jennie said with difficulty. "But I don't have a say in my own home. Bringing back two crying and needy infants, my husband and his entire family wouldn't be pleased."

"Then it's not my concern either, right?" Waylon said, "You're the great aunt, and you don't even care. What am I, an outsider?"

"But isn't it difficult for me too?" Jennie said, "Your place is spacious, and it's quite lonely being alone. How about letting the children stay there for a few days while I help Doris find another house?"

"..." Waylon hesitated for a moment. "Ms. Doris, I don't owe you anything, do I?"

"..." Waylon hesitated for a moment. "Ms. Doris, I don't owe you anything, do I?"

Jennie: "..." Can't I ask for a favor? Why be so hostile?

"Forget it, bro," Emmeline tugged at Waylon's sleeve, "Doris is my worker, and it's my obligation to help when something happens. Just agree to it and let the nanny take the two children to Macsen Villa."

"Emma," Waylon frowned. "Are you turning your elbow outward?"

"There's no other way, right?" Emmeline held onto his arm and acted coquettishly. "Brother Waylon, be a kind person and go the extra mile."

"Ah, Mr. Adelmar," Jennie asked, "Is this your sister? Such a beautiful and adorable sister, you must treat her well. How could you bear to refuse her?"

"Did you hear that?" Emmeline shook Waylon's arm. "Brother Waylon, I'm such a pretty and lovely sister. Can you bear to make me unhappy?"

As she spoke, she blinked her eyes repeatedly, fluttering her long eyelashes like a miniature fan.

Waylon was amused by her and scratched her little head, saying, "I can't believe you! You even help others gang up on me!"

Emmeline laughed, "So, brother Waylon, is this a yes?"

"Can I refuse?" Waylon pretended to be angry, his lips twitching slightly.