Ambush of the Quadruplets

Chapter 1367

Chapter 1367 Marriage Is Like Wearing Shoes

Abel drove away just like that.

Emmeline arrived at school and spent the afternoon in a daze.

She didn’t even know how she managed to teach her lesson. But teaching seemed to be her natural

strength. Despite occasional distractions, her lesson was flawless.

For the first time, she looked forward to 5:30 p.m.

She suddenly thought that Abel’s daily routine phone call was as important as life itself.

She even feared that she might never receive a call from Abel at 5:30 p.m. again.

She was waiting.

Just then, it started raining outside.

The rainy season had come, and Emmeline despised this kind of weather.

5:30 p.m.

5:32 p.m.

5:34 p.m.

Emmeline’s heart was suffocating, bit by bit.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Abel!

Instantly, Emmeline burst into tears. “Abel!”

“What’s wrong, Emma?”

“Abel, you can’t stop calling me, you can’t!”

“I never said I wouldn’t call. I’ve been driving, just passed a red light intersection.”

“Will I still be able to see you?”

“Silly girl, Uncle Maxwell said we should reduce our contact, not that we can’t see each other.”

“But I’m really scared. I don’t want it to be like this. I’ve gotten used to having you.”

“I understand, Emma, be good, it’s okay.”

“When will you be back?”

“Hadn’t I just left at noon? It’s only been half a day.”

“But it feels like it’s been days.”

Abel smiled, a mix of heartache and helplessness.

“Emma, how can I focus on my work with you like this?

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“I just want to be with you! I don’t care about anything else.”

“I’m conflicted too. I’ll think about how to handle this. Trust me, no matter what happens, I won’t

neglect

you.”

“I don’t want anything else. I just want you to come back.”

Abel said nothing. A few seconds of silence, a suffocating atmosphere.

“Emma, be good,” Abel finally said before hanging up the phone.

Emmeline, who couldn’t see it, couldn’t witness Abel, who had parked his car on the side of the road,

leaning on the steering wheel for dozens of minutes. It wasn’t until the pain in his heart reached a

bearable level that he started the car and drove away.

Ysabel, who sat across from Emmeline’s desk, had returned after finishing a meeting while Emmeline

was on the phone.

“Ms. Louise, are you in love?” Ysabel said. “Sounds like you’re in a tough relationship. Look at you,

crying.”

Emmeline wiped away her tears and smiled bitterly.

“What is love in this world that makes people willing to live and die together?” Ysabel sighed.

“Bringing poetry into this, eh?” Emmeline commented with a smile, tears still glistening in her eyes.

“Crying so dramatically, your partner must be a handsome hunk,” Ysabel said.

“He is indeed a handsome hunk!” Emmeline didn’t mince words. “But our social statuses don’t match.”

“Social status?” Ysabel said. “What is he, a prince or something?”

“His father is my grandmother’s adoptive son. Emmeline explained. “And he was raised by my father,

so we have a kind of sibling relationship.”

“That sounds really complicated, but you don’t share any blood relations. That’s allowed by law.”

“But my grandmother and the people from our hometown would absolutely not agree, so my parents

are going crazy trying to stop us.”

Ysabel sighed. “Emmeline, as someone who’s been through it, let me tell you, if you can endure it, then

endure it. True love is hard to come by.”

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“To be honest, I don’t believe in marriage anymore. Some people’s true colors can be really scary.”

“Most marriages are fine, aren’t they?” Emmeline was puzzled.

“Who hasn’t had their share of ups and downs? Marriage is like wearing shoes. Whether they pinch or

fit, your own feet know. Many people just endure it.”

Emmeline sighed at this point.

It was just like her parents.

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In the eyes of them kids, over the years, they rarely quarreled, and the family seemed harmonious and

stable. However, her mother suffered from depression, which was evidence of serious neglect by her

father.

They were simply busy with their respective work, without communication, empathy, or even time to

argue.

Emmeline wondered if her mother’s heart was also barren.

Suddenly, Ysabel walked over to Emmeline and rolled up her sleeve.

There, Emmeline saw two glaring bloodstains on the inside of her arm.