The Quadruplets Are Mine?
Chapter 1005

Chapter 1005 Miraculous Medicine

"Thank you, Mr. Adelmar!" Jennie turned to Mrs. Flores and said, "You can take Una and Nessa and stay at Mr. Adelmar's mansion for now. Once I replace a house for Doris, you can move back." With everything that had happened, what else could Waylon say?

Most importantly, he worried about the two children.

Even if Emmeline hadn't pleaded, considering the situation the two children were in, he would have agreed.

Just like back in Canaryville, when he heard the cries of two infants, he didn't hesitate and rushed straight into the fire.

"Well," Abel said, "I'll transfer a nanny from Levan Mansion to take care of the two children."

"Or I can directly transfer someone from Osea, someone who's already familiar with the work," Waylon suggested. "Besides, the hospital is being set up, and I need many people to come over." "That works too." Abel nodded. "If you need me, just say the word, big brother."

Waylon took out his phone and walked to the side, calling Osea's side.

They immediately dispatched personnel by helicopter.

So, by evening, Mrs. Flores had moved into Macsen Villa with Una and Nessa, and the nannies, housekeepers, and other staff from Osea had all arrived.

Another wave of people came later, settling into the Imperial Palace overnight to help Kenny and Bowie with the construction of the Traditional Chinese Medicine hospital.

While everyone bustled around, Waylon remained a lazy bum.novelxo.com fast update

The next day, Doris' figure suddenly flashed before his eyes.

After thinking about it, with nothing else to do, he prepared medicine for treating a sore throat. He drove to deliver it to her.

Jennie was watching Doris in the hospital room when they heard a "knock" on the door.

The sisters thought it was a nurse.

Jennie said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Waylon appeared at the doorway.

The two sisters were stunned, and Doris immediately sat up.

Although she had an IV drip, her injury was to her throat, so she was semi-reclined on the hospital bed.

Jennie stood firmly and said, "Mr. Adelmar, you're here."

"Yes," Waylon nodded, his expression solemn.

"I haven't thanked you yet," Doris blushed, her voice hoarse. "The two children have caused trouble for you again."

"It was my sister's idea," Waylon said with a cold face. "I cannot act against Emma's wishes. If you want to thank someone, thank her."

Thank you, Ms. Emmeline," Doris said. "Once I recover, I will work hard and make the bakery thrive."

"Don't rush to make promises," Waylon said. "Your vocal cords are injured. Try to speak as little as possible."

"Okay," Doris nodded, pursed her lips, and swallowed her words of gratitude.

"This is medicine for your throat," Waylon took out a small paper package. "Take it, and in half a day, you'll feel better. You can be discharged tomorrow."

Before Doris could take it, Jennie pursed her lips and said, "Is there such a miraculous medicine in the world?"

"...." Waylon remained silent.

"The doctor said my sister's throat required a week of intravenous treatment, and after discharge, she needed proper care. It will take two to three months for her vocal cords to fully recover. You're presenting a homemade pill and claiming that it has miraculous effects?" Jennie continued.

Waylon: "..."

Despite his silence, he wrapped the paper package back up and put it back in his pocket.

"Mr. Adelmar," Doris extended her hand. "I trust you, I'll take it."

"Doris," Jennie slapped her hand away, "How can you dare eat anything like this? What if it's a harmful product?"

"You're mistaken, sister," Doris said, "Josiah took the medicine that day and never returned to me. His father's lung cancer must have been cured, so I trust Mr. Adelmar."

"What does Josiah have to do with all of this?" Jennie said. "His father's lung cancer has nothing to do with you."

"It's not something I can explain in a few words," Doris said. "Mr. Adelmar, please give me the medicine."

"This medicine sells for 150,000 dollars per pill on the black market," Waylon scoffed. "Do you still want it?"

"150,000 dollars?" Jennie immediately jumped up. "Mr. Adelmar, are you robbing a bank? 150,000 dollars for a worthless pill?"

"It was originally meant to be given for free," Waylon said. "But suddenly I felt like I was being shortchanged, so let's go with the market price."

"150,000 dollars?" Jennie scoffed. "Even for 5,000 dollars, we wouldn't take it!"