Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 790

Bill did not have a pleasant expression toward Justin.

If it were not for this damn thing, my daughter wouldn't have turned out like this.

Why would one go to this extent to treat Zephyr's illness, even preserving a uterus that may have pathological changes? Isn’t she just hoping that one day she'll have a child and then use the baby's umbilical cord blood to treat Zephyr's leukemia? Her precious child ultimately missed the best treatment timing, leading to cancer's progression. In the end, my daughter experienced so many disasters, all thanks to this scoundrel in front of me. How could I possibly treat him nicely?

“Since you know saying it will make me angry, just don't say it. Keep it to yourself. Lately, you've been upsetting me quite often. My blood pressure might rise.”

Justin invited him to the medical base precisely to share his plans with Bill. There was no way he would keep it bottled up inside.

“I know you may not want to hear this, but I have to say it because I've already made up my mind. I'm telling you out of respect for you.” Bill could not help but scoff as he forced a word through his teeth, “Speak.”

With a calm tone, Justin briefly recounted the incident of his Olivia attempting to drug Veronique through Zephyr. There was a sudden loud bang.

Bill could no longer contain his anger and said, “They resort to such despicable tactics yet again! Do they have no regard for the law at all? They have no regard for other people's lives! Do they really they're untouchable by the law? Or is it because they have the support of the Fletcher family that they

fear nothing?”

Justin's handsome face was tense, and a hint of fierceness flickered in his eyes.

“You can't reason with people like them. In my opinion, just deal with them using the simplest, most direct, and most brutal method. Only by cutting off their last shred of hope can we make them give up altogether. I've already thought of a way to sever their path of retreat.”

Bill narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing at him coldly, and asked, “What's your plan?”

Justin hissed, “Fight fire with fire.”

“Elaborate. Don't give me riddles.”

“Since they eagerly await Veronique's death, let's announce to the public that Veronique was incurable and has passed away. Then, we'll give Scarlett a wedding ceremony as they wished. I'll expose her at the wedding, revealing the child in her belly isn't mine, and let her taste what it's like to fall from heaven into hell.”

“You scoundrel.” Bill picked up the coffeepot from the table and threw it at Justin.

“What the hell are you thinking, cursing my daughter to die? I'll kill you!” Justin did not dodge, letting the coffeepot smash into his forehead, causing a bloody gash.

“By doing this, not only can we take revenge on them, but also make them let their guard down and stop focusing on Veronique. As you know, it's hard to guard against hidden threats. If they discover

their plan has failed, they'll surely devise other ways to harm her. We won't be able to defend against them all.”

These words really touched Bill's heart.

This kid has a point. If they find out the drugging attempt failed, they will surely think of other ways to deal with Vero. Instead, announcing to the outside world that Vero has already died would be better. That way, they would stop thinking about her.

“Do you really have to do it this way?” Justin nodded.

“We can kill two birds with one stone this way, and we have no other choice. Please understand. I know announcing Veronique's death to the public is inauspicious, but we have no other options at the moment.”

Bill suddenly stood up from the couch and paced toward the door, saying, “You handle it. I just want to see the results. After this incident, I hope you've handled all the troubles that must be dealt with. I don't want my daughter to live every day amidst schemes and danger.”

Seeing his agreement, Justin could not help but breathe a sigh of relief and firmly uttered, “Understood.” The next day, inside the study of the Tarragon Headquarters.

Artemis asked Holden, “Are you going to follow Bailey to Moranta or stay at the headquarters?” It was evident Holden was extremely concerned about Wendy's safety. This was to be expected. He would also be worried if an ordinary kidnapper got his beloved woman, let alone the ruthless Sofie. Holden fell into silence.

Bailey looked at him and laughed, “You don't have to force yourself to stay in the Tarragon. If you want to save Wendy, just come with me.”

“No way.” Holden made a decision.

“That scoundrel, Micah, has already ruined himself. Someone must be in charge of the Tarragon Headquarters. Wendy is Juliana's older sister and Sebastian's mother. Considering their aunt-nephew relationship, I believe you will do your best to save her.” Bailey nodded.

“That works. Sofie kidnapped Wendy to restrain you, so she probably won't be on guard against me. I'll do my best to rescue her.”

“All right, I leave it to you.” Artemis looked at Cameron, raising an eyebrow as he said, “It seems like we don't need you here, Mr. Yablon. You should go back to the Yablon residence. There's no need to follow us anymore.” Cameron ignored him and turned to look at Bailey.

“Don't you want to take me with you?” Bailey massaged her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Her man was jealous, and if she did not handle this issue well, she would be the one to suffer tonight. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

After a few seconds of silence, she leaned close to Artemis, lowering her voice, and saying, “He still has my painting. Don't you want to take this opportunity to get it back?” Artemis let out a cold snort.

Yes, of course, I do. How can I let another man have my wife's portrait?

Whenever he thought about Cameron admiring his wife's portrait all night long, Artemis could not help but feel a surge of jealousy in his heart. He could not tolerate this, so he had to take it back.

“Let him follow then, but he'd better not have any ulterior motives, or else he'll see what I'm capable of.”

Cameron turned his head to look at him, and the two men's gazes collided, weaving together intense sparks as if a battle was ready to erupt at any moment. Zeke realized the two were about to start fighting and hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

“Well, it's getting late, and it's time to set off. Let's hurry up and board the plane.”

Cameron slowly straightened his body, casting a sinister glance at Artemis, and said with a half-smile, “You still need my help to remove the residual poison from Soul Reaper, yet you dare to challenge me? Ha, you're quite the man! I admire you, but I won't be so nice from now on. If I don't add some extra ingredients to the poison mixture to torment you thoroughly, I'll call myself something.”

“Please.”

Bailey initially felt quite sorry for Artemis, but seeing him act like a big shot, she suddenly did not care anymore. It was better for men to resolve their own conflicts.

Her intervention might only provoke their emotions and make the situation worse. While the two had a standoff, Zeke quickly reached out to grab Bailey's arm and pulled her outside.

“Let them fight each other. Come with me.” Bailey was speechless. She could not help but laugh as she saw the image of a caring elder cousin in Zeke. Perhaps all elder brothers in the world were like this. That noon, a group of people left the Tarragon Headquarters.

As they were boarding, Cameron saw Artemis wearing a mask and could not help but mock him, “Since you're too ashamed to show your face, I might as well be the one to accompany her.”