Revenge with Her Quadruplets

Chapter 4 Let Me Try

Chapter 4 Let Me Try

"What are you talking about?" Christian's face darkened.

Two bodyguards behind were speechless.

They thought, "This woman is so funny. She thought Mr. Thomas was not straight. It's a pity that only we two know about this. She is so bad!"

Eleanor wimped out in an instant and said with an ingratiating smile, "Nothing. I was just saying that you were so handsome. I was not complimenting you, but reminding you that my relatives all like you very much."

Eleanor's voice became smaller and smaller under Christian's sharp gaze.

Although Eleanor had experienced life and death, she was still a little woman who loved handsome men underneath.

Christian glanced at her deeply and thought, "Is she complimenting me now? Humph! This kind of woman is obviously a smooth talker and is not reliable at all."

"Take good care of Sebastian. If something happens to him, I will sell you to a trafficker," Christian threatened Eleanor.

He thought Samuel was naive and believed that this way couldn't make Sebastian wake up.

Eleanor glared at Christian and thought, "Damn you. I should sell you first. You are so good-looking. Even though I find a few hookers you haven't seen before to sleep with you, I can sell you for a good price."

After sending Christian away, Eleanor turned and looked at Sebastian on the bed.

It was not difficult for Eleanor to save Sebastian, but she didn't want others to know that she was good at medical skills. As long as others knew about it, Michael would soon suspect her identity.

Eleanor was a little surprised that Sebastian had a son. She hadn't seen a kid since last night after all. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

When Eleanor went downstairs, she saw Jackson arranging things downstairs.

Seeing her coming down, he respectfully said, "Mrs. Moore!"

Eleanor looked at him and asked, "Mr. Moore has a son, but why didn't I see him?"

Hearing this, Jackson had a gloomy look.

Looking at Eleanor, he was anxious and distressed. "Mrs. Moore, Little Young Master can't see anything, and he hasn't eaten for three days. Since Mr. Moore had an accident, he has been alone in the small building during the day and only comes to sleep with Mr. Moore at night.

"But he suddenly stopped eating, and everyone said that he went on a hunger strike because he wanted to accompany Mr. Moore to death."

Eleanor's heart skipped a beat when she heard it. She wondered, "Why would a child have such an idea?"

Jackson sighed slightly and thought, "Well, no one knows if Mr. Moore can wake up. Old Master Moore tried all methods but failed. He even wanted to save Mr. Moore through a life for a life."

"What's the name of Little Young Master?" Eleanor couldn't help asking.

Jackson replied, "Waylon Moore."

Eleanor thought the name was somewhat similar to her third son!

She had three children, Noah Ryker, Warren Ryker, and Elijah Ryker.

At this moment, a servant came in with a nutritious meal and said, "Jackson, Little Young Master still refuses to eat."

Eleanor looked at Jackson and said, "Why don't you let me try?"

Hearing this, Jackson said, "Okay, Mrs. Moore!"

After he told Eleanor the location of the small building, she walked towards the building with heavy steps with the nutritious meal.

At the corner, she suddenly heard voices.

"Little Young Master is so pitiful. He hasn't eaten for three days."

"Yes, he has stopped eating since Ms. Logan met him and said something to him that day."

"Keep your voice down. Don't let anyone hear it. It was said that Mr. Moore's car accident was manipulated by someone, and now you're talking about Ms. Logan. There's no evidence for any of this. Let's go, don't delay my dinner."

The sound went away, and a trace of doubt flickered in Eleanor's eyes. She thought with a stony look, "Who is Ms. Logan? What did she say to the kid? And it seems that there's indeed something wrong with Sebastian's car accident."

Eleanor put away her doubts and went to the small building. She opened the door, then saw many lifelike paintings placed next to the wall, including landscape paintings and animal paintings. She wondered if these were all painted by that child.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Eleanor's mouth. She thought Waylon was very talented.

Eleanor swept around and saw a thin little boy sitting with his back to her in the corner, who looked very cool with a white shirt and black pants.

Hearing someone coming in, he tilted his head slightly and roared angrily, "Get out. I said I won't eat anything."

The moment Eleanor saw the child's appearance, the nutritious meal she was holding fell to the ground with a bang.