Chapter 998 Who Do You Think You Are?


    "I don''t want a single cent," Emmeline said. "I just want to cure Flynn."


    "Alright then," Abel pecked her on the corner of her lips. "I''ll inform him tomorrow."


    "Okay," Emmeline was delighted. "You and Ben can be my bodyguards."


    Abel nodded. "Okay."


    The next morning, while Emmeline was still asleep.


    Abel was already up. He finished washing up, then went downstairs to the kitchen.


    Kendra had already gone out, having prepared breakfast and leaving it on the table.


    Recently, Kendra had been going out early in the morning, always taking Quincy with her.


    Abel was puzzled when the bodyguard suddenly called.


    It was the same bodyguard assigned by Abel to apany Kendra for shopping.


    Something must have happened to Kendra for him to call so suddenly.


    Abel quickly answered the call, and indeed, the bodyguard said, "Mr. Abel, there''s something I need to


    report to you."


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    Abel held his phone with one hand and lit a cigarette with the other, saying, "Go ahead."


    "It''s about Kendra," the bodyguard said, "For the past three days, her ex-husband, the guy named


    Henry Grant, has been meeting her at the market."


    "What have they been talking about?" Abel exhaled a smoke ring and squinted slightly.


    "Nothing much," the bodyguard said, "It seems like Henry misses his kid and wants to reconcile with


    Kendra."


    "In that case, you don''t have to interfere," Abel said, "Just ensure the safety of Kendra and Quincy."


    "Yes, Mr. Abel, I understand," the bodyguard responded.


    Abel then hung up the phone.


    Emmeline came down the stairs in her pajamas and asked, "What happened to Kendra and Quincy?"


    Abel extinguished his half smoked cigarette in the ashtray and said, "Henry wants to reconcile with


    Kendra."


    "Well, that''s a good thing," Emmeline said. "After all, they are a family."


    "Yeah," Abel nodded, "As long as Henry stays the same person, it might work."


    "But it''s still up to Kendra to decide," Emmeline said. "Marriage is like a pair of shoes...only the person


    wearing them knows if they fit."


    "Are we a good fit then?" Abel lifted her from the stairs and held her tightly in his arms.


    Emmeline tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "Oh believe me, we fit in all sorts of ces."


    "..." Abel held back hisughter and kissed her. "Your words are getting more suggestive."


    "I learned it all from you, didn''t I?" Emmeline pinched his cheek. "I was so innocent and pure, and now


    I''ve learned all these bad things from you!"


    After breakfast, Emmeline went to the Nightfall Cafe as usual.


    Janie also came.


    As she was feeling upset, Nightfall Cafe became a suitable ce to space out.


    The number of customers had decreased over the past two days, but it remained stable.


    This kind of situation was actually what Emmeline liked the most.


    She didn''t care about making a lot of money; she just wanted to have something to do.


    If she was busy to the point of exhaustion, without time for reflection and tranquility, then the work itself


    would lose its meaning.


    Janie sat across from her, and the two of them drank coffee while talking casually.


    Janie''s phone was ying a piano piece called "Return" on repeat.


    As Emmeline listened to it again and again, her thoughts slowly wandered away.


    Suddenly, the ss door opened, and out of the corner of her eye, two people entered.


    Emmeline didn''t look and continued talking to Janie.


    "Emmeline!" Suddenly, a figure appeared by her side.


    Emmeline and Janie both raised their gazes at the same time.


    Surprisingly, it was Sonia and Ysabel who hade.


    Sonia was wearing a ck long dress, her straight hair flowing down. Her facial expression was cool


    and charming.


    Her whole person exuded a deep sense of sadness.


    This should not be the kind of temperament that Abel liked.


    Emmeline furrowed her brows slightly.


    What kind of taste did that husband of hers have back then?


    No wonder their rtionship never took off.


    "What a coincidence to find both of you here." Ysabel said, ncing sideways at Janie.


    Janie frowned with disgust, "Who do you think you are?"


    "And who do you think you are?" Ysabel tilted her chin. "I already asked. You''re not Mr. Benjamin''s


    girlfriend, right?"


    "What''s it to you?" Janie stood up. “Who are you to meddle in my rtionship with Benjamin?"


    "Don''t forget that it was Mr. Benjamin who saved me," Ysabel raised an eyebrow. "He risked his life to


    save me, so ever since then, my life is his!"


    "And who exactly are you?" Emmeline also stood up with a frown. "You''ve got quite the lip to be


    spouting such drivel!"