The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 1424 I Won’t Give Up On Emma.

Maxwell gazed at Emmeline and implored, “Emma, please listen to your mother and let her calm down.”

“Do you want me to agree to her and marry Albus?” Emma’s thoughts felt like a chaotic whirlwind.

He shook his head. “Be patient, be rational. Let’s just get through tonight for now.”

The concept of letting the night pass bewildered her. She knew her father couldn’t bear the torment any longer, but did she have any other options for now?

Emmeline slumped into despair. “Mom, please don’t be upset. I… I promise you.”

Abel found himself momentarily speechless, his heart aching, making each breath a struggle.

Kimberly’s enthusiasm suddenly surged. “That’s our plan. Tomorrow, we’ll have Ms. Maggie inform Albus and arrange a discussion about the wedding!”

“Okay,” Emmeline replied, tears glistening in her eyes.

With that resolution in place, Kimberly took her sleeping pills and retired to bed with a sense of contentment.

Afterward, Emmeline asked her father, “Will Mom remember what she said earlier tomorrow? I don’t want to marry Albus

Maxwell responded, “If you don’t heed your mom’s advice now, there’s only one solution.”

Perplexed, Emmeline and Abel simultaneously inquired. “What?”

Maxwell suggested, “Send her to a mental hospital.”

“Ah!” Emmeline was taken aback, falling off the couch as she exclaimed, “That’s not an option, Dad! How could you even suggest that?”

Maxwell’s gaze filled with pain as he responded, “Then, what would you propose, Emma?”

She hesitated and replied, ‘Regardless of the circumstances, we can’t send Mom to a mental hospital. It would break her heart, and I couldn’t bear it either.

He said. “In that case, you’ll have to support your mom and help her through this transition to better mental health.” Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

She was left speechless by her father’s response.

“Uncle Maxwell..” Abel furrowed his brow. “We can’t just force Emma into a situation we’re uncertain about.”

“How can we be sure it’s the right choice?‘ Maxwell furrowed his brows. “Albus is a decent man with a stable job and a commitment to a stable life. Isn’t that enough?”

“But…” Abel hesitated. “We’ve raised Emma; we can’t be certain she won’t face hardships.”

“How can we be certain Albus will mistreat her?” Maxwell reasoned. Abel, you care about Emma, and so do 1. But girls grow up and eventually get married. We can’t hold onto them forever. Having you as her older brother to look after her is a blessing. Even after she’s married, you’ll still be her brother. You’d protect her if anyone ever mistreated her, right?”

Abel pondered this, knowing that he needed to address his concerns carlier. But how could he effectively communicate his worries to Maxwell?

“In any case, I won’t agree.” Abel stood up.

“It’s not solely your decision. Maxwell rose too. “If you hadn’t been so provocative with your aunt, would she be so eager to marry Emma off? Don’t just blame her; I’m concerned about both of you! Young men and women spend so much time together–what do you think people will assume?”

“I just don’t understand,” Abel said. “Why can’t we just let Emma be with me openly? Who else can give you more peace of mind than me?”

“That’s a bit idealistic. Maxwell’s expression darkened. “No one in the family will accept your marriage, not even your grandmother!”

“I’ve thought about it, Abel replied. “But I won’t give up on Emma, no matter what.“–

“You’re being obstinate. Maxwell sighed. “Instead of facing the family’s disapproval in the future, it might be better to let Emma marry Albus without any hidden agendas.”

“You needn’t argue any further, Emmeline interrupted. “I won’t marry anyone. If it comes to that, let me choose my destiny, even if it means not marrying at all.” She turned and went into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Maxwell turned to Abel, a hint of regret in his eyes. “Remember the last time we fought about this? Let’s not discuss this topic again; it’s futile.

Abel found himself at a loss for words.

Maxwell, sighing wearily, instructed, “Go check on Emma. Ensure she’s alright.”

Abel promptly made his way to Emmeline’s room, where he discovered her lying on the bed, tears streaming down her face. He wordlessly lay beside her, enveloping her in his comforting embrace. She turned within his arms, burying her head beneath his chin, seeking solace in his loving embrace. He clung to her as if his very life depended on it.

When morning arrived, Emmeline opened her eyes.

Abel gently kissed her forehead and whispered warmly, “Good morning, babe.”