Chapter_50
Chapter 50
Adrien nearly leaped out of his seat. “Wow! You can’t come up with a better idea! Everyone, especially Abel, will be envious of me bringing all three of my sons home.”
“Don’t talk about Abel. He made Mommy sad,” the triplets said in unison, their voices stern.
Adrien scowled, clearly frustrated. “But you can ditch the formalities. I’m your daddy.”
“You are Mr. Adrien to us until we’re done running our checks,” Helios said, his face serious.
“But you call Abel your daddy!” Adrien snapped, unable to hide his irritation.
“We thought he was our daddy at first,” Endymion pouted, crossing his arms. “We got used to calling him that.”
“But he should only be referred to as Mr. Abel from now on,” Hesperus chimed in, his voice dripping with disdain. “By the looks of it, he failed the test.”
“You can count on me to get the green light,” Adrien said, clenching his fists, determined to prove himself.
Meanwhile, at the café, Ethan wrapped his arm around his sister’s shoulders, his heart going out to her as she sat lost in her sorrow.
“Let me take you home to have breakfast together, Emma. My wife is there. She’ll make you something good to eat.”
Emmeline let out a whimper as her mind drifted back to Timothy’s sobs. Sob, sob, sob. It had been heartbreaking to see the child so distressed.
“Now, now. It’s okay,” Ethan soothed, helping his sister into the passenger seat and fastening her seatbelt.
Ethan had changed in just a few days since Benjamin offered him the deputy CEO position. No longer the same man, he was now dressed in an international brand suit, his ride upgraded to a brand-new Lexus.
When they arrived home, Grace was there, having already received Ethan’s call to grab groceries for Emmeline’s favorite foods.
“Sit with Emma for a while. I’ll handle things in the kitchen,” Ethan said, shedding his jacket and handing it to Grace.
Grace hung up the jacket and replied, “Leave Emma to me. I’ll return her to you in a happy state.”
Emmeline wiped away her tears. “Ethan, Grace, you don’t have to go through all this trouble for me. I can’t stand the way Alana treats Timothy. I’m going to skip breakfast. I need to talk to Alana and show her what it means to be a good mother.”
Grace pinned her down gently, concern in her voice. “That won’t do. That temper of yours is going to get you in trouble. Your brother and I don’t want to be bailing you out at the station.”
“A night behind bars doesn’t matter if Alana can learn to be a good mother. It’s not like I haven’t been there before,” Emmeline retorted, her voice firm, eyes blazing.
Ethan walked out of the kitchen with a spatula in hand. “You have my support! Go teach Alana a lesson! But make sure you eat first—otherwise, you won’t have the energy to hit her.”
Grace raised an eyebrow at Ethan. “Why are you encouraging her to act out instead of talking some sense into her?”
Ethan gave her a wink, and Grace, having spent years married to him, immediately understood his plan.
“That’s right, Emma,” Grace said with a smile. “You should definitely give Alana a piece of your mind, but you need to eat first. I’ll go with you.”
“Exactly! Eat first, then beat her up later!” Ethan raised the spatula in approval.
Emmeline, amused by her brother and sister-in-law’s antics, wiped away the last of her tears. “Alright, I’ll take your advice. I’ll eat first, and then I’ll deal with Alana.”
“That’s my wise sister!” Ethan cheered. “One more dish is coming. I’ll get back to cooking.”
Grace had already set the table and poured two glasses of hard liquor. One for Ethan and one for Emmeline.
It was clear to Grace that Ethan’s plan was simple: get Emmeline tipsy so that the last thing on her mind would be confronting Alana.
As for Alana… her time would come.
It didn’t take long for Ethan to finish cooking, and soon he served up a hearty meal. Grace handed Emmeline her glass of liquor.
Ethan raised his glass and said with a grin, “Cheers, Emma. Let’s down this drink together.”
