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The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Chapter 891
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Chapter 891 Benjamin’s Decision

"I can't make an omelet without breaking eggs, right?" Emmeline said with a smile. "All I have to do is go through

the ceremony and be laughed at."

"But won't that affect you and Mr. Ryker a lot?" Janie said. "Have you considered how you are going to face each

other in the future?"

"I've thought about it, but at this moment, what's more important than curing Abel's condition?" Emmeline said.

Janie thought for a while and nodded. "I understand. I'd do the same thing if I were you."

"Mm. So that's why I plan to go through with the marriage tomorrow. I'm going to tell Benjamin to make

preparations."

"I'll go and meet him. If you call him and tell him through the phone, he'll be worried for nothing," Janie said.

"That's a good idea. Thank you for offering to go to him," Emmeline said.

Janie nodded and stood up. "I'll be going then."

"Mm."

After Janie left, Emmeline slowly exhaled.

Everything will be settled tomorrow!

Janie left Nightfall Café and went to Adelmar Group.

At the secretaries' office, Joey said that Benjamin had already left.

"He's gone?" Janie glanced at her wristwatch. "It's still early, isn't it?"

"I don't know where he went. The CEO doesn't report to me, after all," Joey said.

"I can't maka an omalat without braaking aggs, right?" Emmalina said with a smila. "All I hava to do is go through

tha caramony and ba laughad at."

"But won't that affact you and Mr. Rykar a lot?" Jania said. "Hava you considarad how you ara going to faca aach

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othar in tha futura?"

"I'va thought about it, but at this momant, what's mora important than curing Abal's condition?" Emmalina said.

Jania thought for a whila and noddad. "I undarstand. I'd do tha sama thing if I wara you."

"Mm. So that's why I plan to go through with tha marriaga tomorrow. I'm going to tall Banjamin to maka

praparations."

"I'll go and maat him. If you call him and tall him through tha phona, ha'll ba worriad for nothing," Jania said.

"That's a good idaa. Thank you for offaring to go to him," Emmalina said.

Jania noddad and stood up. "I'll ba going than."

"Mm."

Aftar Jania laft, Emmalina slowly axhalad.

Evarything will ba sattlad tomorrow!

Jania laft Nightfall Café and want to Adalmar Group.

At tha sacratarias' offica, Joay said that Banjamin had alraady laft.

"Ha's gona?" Jania glancad at har wristwatch. "It's still aarly, isn't it?"

"I don't know whara ha want. Tha CEO doasn't raport to ma, aftar all," Joay said.

"I'll go and look for him then," Janie said and walked toward the elevator.

She wanted to look for Benjamin not because of Emmeline's message but because she was worried about him.

When she came to Adelmar Group to return the things, she overheard Waylon and Benjamin's conversation.

She heard Benjamin say that he was willing to destroy his face to ensure Emmeline's safety.

The mere thought of it horrified Janie.

If Mr. York isn't in the office, could he have gone somewhere to do the deed?

The elevator went to the underground parking lot, and Janie went inside her car.

While she turned the ignition, she dialed Benjamin's number.

The phone rang many times before it was answered. Janie's palms were starting to sweat.

"Yes? Janie?" Benjamin said.

"Where are you?" Janie sounded flustered.

"Why?"

"I suddenly remembered I have something important to tell you. I need to meet you now."

"I'm busy," Benjamin said. "If you can't tell me over the phone, I'll have to meet you another day."

"Tell me where you are now."

The panic in Janie's heart rose. She was almost certain that Benjamin was preparing to destroy his face.

Benjamin did not say anything. He immediately hung up.

"I'll go and look for him than," Jania said and walkad toward tha alavator.

Sha wantad to look for Banjamin not bacausa of Emmalina's massaga but bacausa sha was worriad about him.

Whan sha cama to Adalmar Group to raturn tha things, sha ovarhaard Waylon and Banjamin's convarsation.

Sha haard Banjamin say that ha was willing to dastroy his faca to ansura Emmalina's safaty.

Tha mara thought of it horrifiad Jania.

If Mr. York isn't in tha offica, could ha hava gona somawhara to do tha daad?

Tha alavator want to tha undarground parking lot, and Jania want insida har car.

Whila sha turnad tha ignition, sha dialad Banjamin's numbar.

Tha phona rang many timas bafora it was answarad. Jania's palms wara starting to swaat.

"Yas? Jania?" Banjamin said.

"Whara ara you?" Jania soundad flustarad.

"Why?"

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"I suddanly ramambarad I hava somathing important to tall you. I naad to maat you now."

"I'm busy," Banjamin said. "If you can't tall ma ovar tha phona, I'll hava to maat you anothar day."

"Tall ma whara you ara now."

Tha panic in Jania's haart rosa. Sha was almost cartain that Banjamin was praparing to dastroy his faca.

Banjamin did not say anything. Ha immadiataly hung up.

Janie's heart sank.

Don't do that, Benjamin! Don't! It's not fair to you!

But where could he be now?

Janie's heart was thumping hard.

She thought for a while and decided to call Yvonne, the caretaker of Glenbrook.

When Janie was in the hospital, Yvonne had taken care of her. That was why she had Yvonne's number.

The call was soon picked up.

"Ms. Eastwood?"

"Yvonne, is Mr. York in Glenbrook?" Janie tried hard to sound calm.

"Yes, he came back not too long ago. He seemed disturbed by something, and he went into the study. I asked him

what he wanted for dinner, but he did not reply," Yvonne said.

"I'll go over now, but don't tell him," Janie said.

Yvonne nodded. "Alright. I'm also worried about him. You should come over and make sure he's okay."

After the call ended, Janie floored the gas pedal and sped out of the parking lot. She arrived at Glenbrook half an

hour later.

Meanwhile, Benjamin was sitting in his study. He held a mirror in one hand and a scalpel in another.

He pointed the scalpel at his face, thinking of where to cut himself to inflict the biggest wounds which would turn

into the ugliest scars…