Revenge with Her Quadruplets

Chapter 63 There's a Price To Pay

Chapter 63 There's a Price To Pay

Christian also laughed a little, a faint trace of sarcasm crossing his eyes. "We traded on the spot."

Sebastian's face was devoid of any emotion as he said, "There's something wrong with Kingston. You go check it out."

Christian frowned slightly, a little surprised. "Kingston?"

Sebastian looked out the window into the night and said, "Gianna died so close to where Kingston was at the time. The person standing outside the window was just trying to divert our attention and confuse us so that Caleb had a chance to come to the study after you all left."

The timing was perfect!

Christian frowned, looked at Sebastian, and answered, "I'll go downstairs and check it out. I'll be back at 9:00. Call me if anything happens."

"Okay!" Sebastian answered gently.

When Christian walked to the door, he stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Sebastian. "You've wronged Eleanor."

Sebastian didn't want to hear Eleanor's name right now, but Christian just brought it up.

"I apologized to her." Sebastian knew if he didn't say that, Christian would be upset.

Christian looked deep into Sebastian's eyes for a moment and left without saying anything.

Needless to say, it was awkward when the two grown men both fell silent!

Sebastian was left alone and fell into silence again.

He was surprised by Eleanor's appearance. Those ridiculous things Samuel did bug Sebastian too much.

Sebastian sat in front of the window for an hour. Then Christian messaged him, saying that he was going back.

Only then did Sebastian start his wheelchair and go to Eleanor's room.

He knocked on the door and pushed his way in. There was pleasant laughter coming from the room. Eleanor's voice was slightly hoarse and Waylon was laughing his ass off.

"Haha... So how did the little baby end up?"

Eleanor said as she looked at Waylon, "In the end, that chicken was not killed and was put in the bathroom. The next day, it laid an egg, and the little baby was so happy. Although he didn't get the chicken leg, he was happy to get the egg."

Actually, the little baby was Elijah.

Elijah loved chicken legs, especially the New Orleans roast chicken legs, and he could eat two at a time.

In order to eat chicken legs, Elijah even tried to steal a chicken.

Sebastian saw this when he entered the door, and he felt all warm inside. He had rarely heard such laughter in this house.

When Eleanor saw Sebastian was here, she stood up from the sofa, looked at him, and asked, "President Moore, are you going to sleep?"

"Uh-huh!" Sebastian looked at her, who was wearing a short blouse and shorts, revealing slender fair legs and arms. She was light-skinned. Her skin had a faint glow in the lamplight and was dazzlingly pale.

She didn't have any makeup on. Her delicate features were as beautiful as if they were carefully drawn.

Looking at the smiling woman in front of him, Sebastian was completely unable to imagine that it was the same woman who had confronted him before.

His eyes flickered when he saw the bruise on her neck.

Sebastian came back to his senses and lowered his eyes as if he could smell the faint, clean, refreshing scent of her that made him want to be near her. Upon closer inspection, his ears turned red as blood.

"Waylon, did you take your medicine?" Sebastian asked, looking at Waylon.

Waylon looked at Sebastian, his face sullen. "Yes," he said harshly. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sebastian frowned, wondering why Waylon was snippy with him.

"Go to bed early. You'll start studying tomorrow morning." With that, Sebastian turned his wheelchair around and left.

After Sebastian left, Eleanor looked at Waylon. "Waylon, let's go to bed."

"Uh-huh!" Waylon nodded. He was always self-disciplined, went to bed early, and got up early.

Eleanor stayed with Waylon. Only when he fell asleep did she get up and turn on the bedside lamp. Sienna called her just then.

Eleanor glanced at Waylon and asked in a lowered voice, "Sisi, are you home yet?"

Sienna replied, "Eleanor, I'm home. Gabriella lost 3 million dollars tonight and left with her teeth clenched in anger."

"Heh, heh..." Eleanor lowered her voice and laughed coldly. Upon hearing this news, she was less happy than sad. "Sisi, it's not enough. The money Gabriella lost today is just the tip of the iceberg. They coerced me with the baby in my belly to get the formula for Fragrant Pill and even made 2 billion dollars."

"Sisi, you keep setting Gabriella up. Gabriella is ambitious and wants to win back the money she lost. They tried to kill me and secretly took my child away. I'm going to get back at the Ryker family and Michael."

Sienna heartbreakingly comforted Eleanor. "Eleanor, don't worry. Gabriella has already taken the bait. I've arranged it all. You don't have to worry, and don't feel bad."

"Hmm! I know what you are capable of. All right, bye."

Eleanor hung up the phone and looked down at sleeping Waylon, a teardrop running down from her eyes.

She gently stroked Waylon's little face. He slept peacefully and didn't cry or get fussy.

She murmured in a low voice, "Waylon, luckily, Mommy found you. What was I gonna do if I couldn't find you? You may rest assured that Mommy will find the man who stole you and kept us apart for five years."

"When I'm done with what I want to do, I'll take you out of here."

It was a long time before Eleanor turned off the light and went to bed.

Once she was asleep, Waylon slowly opened his eyes and looked at tear tracks down her cheeks.

His big dark eyes were filled with murderous intents as he thought in his heart, "The Ryker family and Michael stole the formula for Fragrant Pill and tried to kill Mommy."

Waylon remembered that Michael and the Ryker family got a firm foothold in the pharmaceutical industry with Fragrant Pill and earned a lot of money.

Waylon said in his mind, "Mommy, don't worry. I'll take your revenge!"

Michael had tried to kill Waylon countless times, and he would pay for what he did to Waylon and Eleanor.

It was late at night. At the Logans' mansion!

The Logans' mansion was brightly lit. Cameron, the old cunning, grinned happily, as he looked at today's gains.

Michael was here with a broken hand in a cast.

"Mr. Logan, congratulations on 60 million dollars in sales." Michael narrowed his eyes at the cunning man in front of him.

Michael thought, "You sly dog! How dare you screw me on this. Then I'm going to let Sebastian deal with you."

But Michael didn't expect that as cunning and evil as he was, he was not as calculating as the younger generation. Sebastian knew exactly what they were up to, and got everything under control.

"Ha, ha... Mr. Moore, it's all thanks to you. I have already sent you money. Mr. Moore, let me know if you have any other good news then."

"It's the least I could do. Mr. Logan, we're both in the same boat," Michael laughed and said.

"You're much more capable than Sebastian, who is a very impersonal guy." Sebastian had been such an ungrateful and heartless man all these years and was hard to control.

Michael laughed and didn't say anything.

But Michael loved that. He was no worse than Sebastian.

Hailey and Aubrey were there, too, and Aubrey kept looking at Michael with affection.

Michael saw her eyes and gave her a gentle smile every now and then.

Michael saw that it was about time and got up to say goodbye, "Mr. Logan, I'll be leaving."

"Fine, goodbye, Mr. Moore." Cameron stood up to see him off.

After seeing Michael off, Cameron was about to turn around and go back when his cell phone suddenly vibrated. He was greatly frantic when he answered the phone.