Revenge with Her Quadruplets

Chapter 133 Encounter with Noah

Chapter 133 Encounter with Noah

Michael didn't take offense but instead said to her with a smile, "Callie, I wish you all the best in finding a good match."

Michael stood up and addressed Gabriella and Timothy, "Gabriella, Timothy, no matter what, we are friends. We'll deal with Eleanor together."

"You wish! No one here wants to be friends with you," Gabriella retorted for she didn't want to entangle further with Michael and his family.

Michael said with a sly smile, "Gabriella, perhaps you should give more thought to what happened at the casino."

Gabriella's mind went blank.

"What are you implying?" she asked and looked visibly unsettled. Timothy had always treated her well, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing him.

Seeing that Gabriella was nervous, Michael sneered. Did she really think she drew two Joker cards out of sheer luck?

He was the one who got the Joker card!

"Gabriella lost a significant amount at the casino, which is likely a trap set by Eleanor. Six years later, Eleanor is not to be underestimated. If she could scheme her way into marrying my uncle, then cheating at the casino would be child's play for her."

Gabriella looked up at Michael and found his words reasonable.

Yet, there was no evidence!

If it truly involved Caroline, she wouldn't let Eleanor off easily.

With a scheming smile, Michael left the Rykers' mansion with Madison.

Timothy turned to Gabriella and said with concern, "Gabriella, the money you've gambled away over the years would be enough for you to use in two lifetimes. Please, no more gambling. I can't earn as much money as I used to, and I don't want to make our finances a burden to our child when we are old."

Gabriella's face turned pale, as she looked at Timothy, whose hair had turned gray over the years. This man had doted on her over the years.

Although she didn't love him, he had always been tolerant of her.

"I understand. I will quit gambling," she promised him with a gentle smile.

Timothy looked deeply into her eyes and found that she still remained a mystery to him.

Timothy often found Gabriella to be a complex puzzle. At times, he sensed she was lost in thoughts of someone else, but she was incredibly gentle towards him, which instantly dissolved any seeds of doubt he had.

"It's getting late, let's head to bed," Timothy said while feeling exhausted. He stood up, and his steps felt heavier than usual.

He had a feeling that the trouble was coming.

Gabriella insisted on raising Eleanor, a decision that baffled him at the time. He couldn't bring himself to harm a child despite his craving for wealth.

Yet, Gabriella didn't treat her well after the adoption and often humiliated her.

Timothy took a deep breath and had to acknowledge that no ambition could outrun the swift passage of time.

He had not achieved the heights he dreamed of before growing old.

Gabriella looked at her daughter, held her hand, and reminded with a smile, "Caroline, while Nathan is capable, he's not the right one for you. Choose someone else. Marry for love, and that's the only path to true happiness."

Caroline suddenly remembered Madison's words and asked, "Mom, you've never really loved Dad, have you?"

Gabriella suddenly thought of the elegant, handsome man with dark hair.

She had never seen him smile, but he was still alluring.

He was a beauty!

Using that word to describe him was no insult; he was the only man who truly deserved that praise in this world.

Feeling agitated, Gabriella stood up and said with a forced smile, "Silly girl, if I didn't love your father, how could I have spent my entire life with him? Now, off to bed."

Then Gabriella headed upstairs.

Watching her mother go upstairs, Caroline was lost in thought.

She could sense that the truth was far from that simple!

...

Eleanor had a sound sleep and didn't wake up until nine in the morning.

Upon opening her eyes, Eleanor saw Waylon by her side and looking at her with sparkling eyes.

"Mommy, you're awake!" Waylon greeted her immediately. Eleanor smiled and tenderly ruffled her son's hair.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, sweetheart," Eleanor said with a weak smile and still felt drained of energy.

All she wanted was to lie in bed.

"Honey, Mommy might need to stay here for another day."

The aftermath was significant!

The allergic reaction was severe, and there were rashes all over her skin. She found it peculiarly odd to be allergic specifically to lilies.

"Mommy, the doctor already came by, and I managed to send Dad back home. Now, it's just you and me," Waylon said, and his smile beaming with joy. He finally got to spend some alone time with his Mommy.

Eleanor looked at her little boy with a blissful smile.

"Sweetie, you make Mommy so happy!" Eleanor said and felt such a profound sense of contentment that she would die happily.

"Mommy, Dad had someone bring over some soup. It smells delicious, and I really like it too." He set the soup aside to cool so it would be ready for her to drink after freshening up.

Feeling languid, Eleanor didn't feel like moving, but seeing her son's eager eyes, she slowly got up and went to freshen up.

Waylon, thinking the meal wasn't nutritious enough, went downstairs to buy scrambled eggs from the restaurant.

Upon his return, the elevator was crowded, so he had to take the stairs instead.

The VIP ward was on the eighth floor, while he usually preferred walking to taking a car to keep healthy.

He climbed swiftly for he worried the eggs might cool off. By the fifth floor, he was drenched in sweat. He hadn't exercised for half a year, so the climbing made him breathless.

Waylon frowned and realized he couldn't continue like this. He was determined to start exercising.

Once Mommy was discharged from the hospital, he planned to run and exercise with her every day.

He wanted to be as strong as Elijah, who was capable of jumping from the third floor unscathed.

"That's strange! Mommy's supposed to be around here, why did the signal disappear?"

Muffled voices echoed through the stairwell. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Waylon hadn't expected anyone else to be there.

However, the figure seemed familiar and almost... like him.

"Oh... she's upstairs," the boy said in a delightful voice and continued climbing upstairs.

Noah had seen his mom's location at the hospital on his device and was worried something might have happened to her. So he came to check on her.

Looking down, he saw someone who looked exactly like him.

Seeing each other, both of them froze in place.

Noah blinked and paused his steps. He was puzzled and said to himself, "Is there a mirror on the stairway?"

Waylon was speechless and thought to himself, "Why does he seem as muddle-headed as Elijah?"

"Is he Noah or Warren?"

Noah still looked at Waylon and talked to himself, "Our clothes are different, though."

Waylon remained silent.

Noah clicked his tongue and then added, "I think I look a bit more handsome."

Waylon complained in his heart, "We have the same face; how could you be more handsome?"

"Warren?" Noah called out to him but found none of Warren's usual expression and manner in this person before him.

He could not be Elijah, who was always carrying his baby bottle with him and had an unmistakably adorable presence.

Had it been Warren or Elijah, they would have already been smiling and running up to him.

"Who the heck are you?" Noah asked as he turned and walked down the stairs. He pulled Waylon aside and stared at him with a furrowed brow. The longer Noah looked at his face, the more unfamiliar he found his eyes to be.