“No, no, no. Listen, I will count them for you. One, two, three, four.

They are quadruplets. And there is also the fifth one." ‘The Hilton family have so many grandsons now, ‘ Carlos thought happily while counting the kids.

He was already imagining the manor being turned upside down by these kids soon.

Matthew was dumbfounded. 'My sons are quadruplets and not twins? And what does Dad mean there is a fifth one?' He had a lot of questions in his mind. But eventually, he asked Carlos the question he had wanted to ask the most.

"Is Rika there?"

Carlos took off his sunglasses and looked at the exit of the airport for a long time. Then he answered, "She isn't here."

Matthew had always been the type of man who could calmly accept anything thrown his way. However, it took him a while to take in

Carlos' words this time. 'My sons have shown up, and there are four of them... Or maybe five.

And there is still no sign of that woman? Humph. She had the nerve to get her sons back here, but she's going to remain gone.'

As Matthew's cars were on their way to the airport, Carlos took the opportunity to chat some more with the children.

“Kids, how many sons have your mother actually given birth to in total?"

One of the quadruplets answered quickly, “Four. The black kid was adopted halfway."

Carlos nodded, feeling relieved for his son.

“Grandpa, I'm Adkins Hilton, the eldest child."

“Grandpa, I'm Boswell Hilton, and I'm the second child nd what are your names?"

“Grandpa, I'm the third child. My name is Colman Hilton."

“Grandpa, I'm Damian Hilton. I'm the fourth child."

When it came to the black boy's turn, he looked at Carlos with his eyes wide open. Then he introduced himself, but his Chinese wasn't so fluent.

“Grandpa, my name has fifteen characters. For your convenience, you may just call me Kenney."

A minute later, Carlos was confused again. He looked at the four children and still couldn't tell them apart. But how could he? They all looked exactly the same!

Learning their names didn't prove to be much useful either.

Noticing their grandpa's confusion, Adkins told him a secret.

"Grandpa, look at our clothes. They are embroidered with numbers. Aunt Tessie did them in order to distinguish us."

"Tessie?" The name sounded familiar to Carlos.

"Yes, Aunt Tessie helped our mom to raise us," Boswell answered.