Revenge with Her Quadruplets

Chapter 35 What Should He Do Now

Chapter 35 What Should He Do Now

Sebastian beckoned Vincent to stop.

Elijah in the closet was too nervous to breathe when his cell phone suddenly rang.

It was Godmother April, who couldn't find Elijah and became frantic.

Waylon spoke slowly, "It's my cell phone ringing. I haven't answered any of my calls since I lost my vision. It's probably a sales call."

Waylon's words dispelled Sebastian's doubt. Sebastian knew Waylon best. After Waylon lost his vision, he had all his communication devices and favorite game console put away.

Elijah was relieved to hear the door close.

Elijah was so happy when he came here, but what should he do now?

What did Elijah hear? Waylon was blind?

Elijah didn't have time to think and sent a message to Godmother April.

[Godmother April, I have diarrhea. I couldn't make a poop out there, so I went home to go poopie. When I'm done, I'll go grocery shopping and cook for you.]

April was puzzled as she read the message that Elijah replied. She blinked her eyes, stunned. "You have diarrhea, but how come you can't poop it out?"

[Are you really home? By the way, don't you feel burned out making me food after you get the runs?]

Elijah replied, [Mommy, would I lie to you? I'm in the bathroom right now. Do you want me to take a picture and send it to you?]

April replied, [Get lost! It's disgusting. Why didn't you wait for me? You should have told me when you got home to use the toilet. I'll be back later. You three eat by yourselves first. Don't wait for me.]

Elijah replied, [Okay, Godmother April. I love you.]

"Whew..." Elijah breathed a sigh of relief. He was almost in big trouble.

Elijah looked up at the large closet in front of him. It was filled with Waylon's clothes. It had a light, refreshing smell, and Elijah thought it smelled pleasant!

Waylon had many clothes!

Elijah rolled around in the closet. All he could smell in the closet was the clear, fresh smell of the clothes. Elijah was sleepy. He would sleep it off until Waylon got back. Elijah put the pacifier in his mouth and sucked on it as he drifted off to sleep.

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Phoenix Studio was a haute couture clothing studio that opened six months ago.

It was said that the owner was Ella, an internationally renowned designer.

Ella was a budding couture costume designer in the clothing industry for the past two years.

She returned to the country a few months ago and opened a haute couture clothing studio.

The entire floor here was owned by Phoenix Studio.

A couture suit in this studio was unique, so a lot of society ladies from rich families were desperate for it.

A lot of very rich or famous people came here to have their clothes tailored.

The décor in Phoenix Studio was grand and fashionable. When the guests entered the studio, they all found it super fancy.

As soon as Eleanor walked into the studio, she saw Caroline. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

"Mrs. Moore, are you shopping at Phoenix Studio too?" Thinking of Michael's family who were kicked out, Caroline looked at Eleanor coldly. Caroline listened to Madison's words and hated Eleanor's guts.

Eleanor set Mike's family up and let them be kicked out. Madison wanted to be the head of the Moore family, but Eleanor didn't let Madison get her way. That position was meant for Eleanor.

Eleanor nodded slightly. Caroline was accompanied by her friend Bailey.

Eleanor knew Bailey, who grew up with Caroline and was on Caroline's side.

Bailey knew that Eleanor was the adopted daughter of the Ryker family, and she always sneered and jeered at Eleanor.

The reason was simple. Eleanor was parentless but still lived in luxury.

Bailey's family, however, clung to the Ryker family for a living. Bailey was most jealous that what she could only dream of was at Eleanor's fingertips.

Six years ago, when something happened to Eleanor, Bailey felt much better.

Bailey looked at Eleanor, who was beautiful and noble with her fair skin, waist-length hair, and her drop-dead gorgeous face.

Was Eleanor Sebastian's bride?

A flash of jealousy crossed Bailey's eyes.

The more Bailey looked at Eleanor, the more familiar Eleanor looked to her. Bailey looked at the side of Eleanor's face suspiciously, "Mrs. Moore, may I ask, have we met before?"