Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Emmeline shared the situation with Abel, prompting him to express immediate concern. “How can someone from such a
dysfunctional family enter into marriage? The family dynamics are utterly chaotic! Albus mother’s behavior must have been
improper since her youth,” he said.
She sighed. “I’m at a loss. My mother won’t believe me. She’ll accuse me of fabricating lies to escape marriage, and finding
witnesses is nearly impossible.”
He embraced her tightly, locking eyes with her. “Emma” he said with determination. “I can’t dwell on all that anymore. My priority
is to protect you.”
“Abel,” she implored, her anxiety palpable. “What do you propose we do?”
Abel’s voice grew hoarse as he spoke, “I won’t let you return to Albus just to save Aunt Kimberly. I strongly disagree! I’ll confront
him about this, and it marks the end of your association with the Zeller family,”
Emmeline paled and protested, “No, Abell My mother won’t be able to handle it. If something happens to her because of this, can
you imagine how I would ever forgive you? Could I go on living? I can’t let my mother know about the rejection from the Zeller
family.”
He furrowed his brows, remaining silent as he contemplated the situation. You’re right, he thought. Aunt Kimberly might not be
able to change her ways. If something happens because she can’t accept it, how will Emma be able to continue living?
He felt the weight of the decision and said, “So, am I just supposed to stand by and watch, not caring, and seeing you beg Albus
again?” His heart felt as though it was shattering. “Emma, by breaking my heart, are you requesting my life?”
I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Emmeline sobbed, her voice filled with anguish. “There’s no other way! I can’t let my mother get into trouble.
I can’t hurt her anymore; she can’t handle it.”
His mind raced with desperation, and he wondered, What else can I do? He held her trembling body. overwhelmed by despair for
the first time.
After lunch, Emmeline answered Vernon’s call and headed to the World Trade Building.
Sitting on the couch, Abel lit a cigarette, and with a thin mist of smoke in the air, he made a phone call “Where are you?” he
asked, his voice low.

“I’m at the shop.” The person on the other end, a man with a hoarse voice, replied, “What’s going on?”
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“Help me take care of someone,” Abel said with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
The person chuckled. “You’re decent, but do you need to do this?”
“I have no choice!” Abel insisted. “That person must be dealt with.”
“Come over,” the person said in a hushed tone. “This matter can only be discussed in person.”
Abel extinguished the half–smoked cigarette in the ashtray and grabbed the car keys to the Santana before leaving.
An hour later, he arrived at Centennial, the most remote of the twenty–one townships in Altney. Despite its size, the town had
only two intersecting streets, with a scattering of a dozen or so small shops. It included a department store, a music and video
shop, and a trendy digital camera gallery.
He parked alongside the road and discreetly entered a compact music and video store. Though relatively small, the store housed
various audiovisual products on its shelves. As he navigated the narrow aisle, he brushed past another custoiner.
“I’m here, someone within the store announced.
“Mr. James,” Abel greeted as he stepped further inside.
In the dimly lit corner, a small desk occupied by Mr. James came into view. Behind him, a small glass window allowed only the
silhouette of his imposing figure to be visible, obscuring his face.
“Please, take a seat, James invited from the shadows.
Abel settled onto a round stool facing the unassuming desk.
“Are the items I brought back last time still in good working condition?” James inquired.
“I took them mostly for amusement; they weren’t necessary,” Abel responded.
“They are all equipment utilized by the Myrindor mercenaries, top–of–the–line gear, James explained.

It became evident that James was the supplier of the stun baton that Abel had given to Emmeline some time ago.
“It could become quite a hassle if one had to use such items daily Abel mused.
“The stun baton is not a big deal, James said, “but the one that can emit smoke? It’s not suitable for me anymore. Others want it,
but it’s not easy to get it now.”
–“Let’s keep it for a while,” Abel said. “What if it comes in handy?”
“You said you want to deal with someone personally?” James sneered, “You’re a serious person. You should weigh your options
carefully.”
“I don’t believe that besides me, there hasn’t been any other serious person who has come here. Abel scoffed.
“There have been, James threw a cigarette at him. “But I don’t want you to get involved in this mess!”
“But I have to get involved!” Abel said. “That person cannot be left alone!”
“I owe you my life,” James said. “So, if you need assistance, I’ll do my best to help