Super Mommy and Her Triplets

“The toxin is already prepared in the laboratory. After I've drained your blood and diluted the toxins in your body, Cameron will
create a corresponding counter-toxin for injection. We'll combat toxin with toxin. However, let me be clear from the start, this
method involves significant risks and will cause unbearable pain, far beyond what an ordinary person can endure.”
Juliana smiled and said, “Bailey, please proceed with the procedure. Your presence by my side gives me comfort. Regardless of
the outcome, I'll have no regrets. Passively waiting for death isn't in my nature.”
Bailey nodded, her gaze shifting toward Zeke, who remained on the other side. She arched an eyebrow and inquired, “Aren't you
leaving yet?”
Zeke, looking somewhat puzzled, asked, “Why should I leave?”
“I'm concerned that this might be distressing for you. If Artemis were in your place, he'd probably find it unbearable. Considering
how much you care for this girl now, I'm afraid you might break down halfway through.”
Zeke fell into contemplative silence, his thoughts running deep.
Juliana interjected, “You should go ahead and leave. I don't want you to witness me in such a disheveled state.”
Resigned, Zeke agreed, “All right then, I'll step out. Bay, I'm counting on you.”
Bailey clutched the scalpel firmly, fully aware of the high stakes involved. “Rest assured, with me here, everything will go
smoothly,” she reassured them.
After all, there were two lives at stake.
Once Zeke had left the room, Juliana extended her arm toward Bailey and said, “Go ahead.”
After a brief moment of contemplation, Bailey began, “Julie, Zeke is the rightful heir of the Shurmer family, a shining star from a
young age, favored by destiny. It's truly a tragedy for such a remarkable man to die so young. So, no matter the challenges that
lie ahead, you must remain strong and resolute. Don't give up easily.”

Juliana sensed something unusual in Bailey's words, causing her to react swiftly. She reached out and grasped Bailey's arm, her
voice filled with anxiety. “Has Zeke been having thoughts of suicide?”
Bailey nodded solemnly and spoke frankly. “Yes, he expressed his commitment to always be by your side. Therefore, you must
be strong and not let his devotion lead to unnecessary risks for both of you.”
Juliana reluctantly released her grip on her arm, her voice quivering as she admitted, “I always believed he stayed with me out of
pity and guilt. I never fathomed the profound depth of his feelings for me.”
In that moment, she raised her eyes to meet Bailey's gaze, her resolve unwavering as she declared, “I shall persist until the very
end. The world holds such exquisite beauty, and I am not yet prepared to bid it farewell.”
With a faint smile, Bailey didn't utter a word more. She delicately lifted Juliana's arm with one hand, while the other held a
scalpel, poised to make an incision.
The skin yielded to the blade, and blood poured from the cut.
The toxins had eroded Juliana's bloodstream, transforming its once vibrant crimson hue into a malevolent shade of black.
Outside the infirmary, Artemis and Zeke leaned against the wall, each with a cigarette in hand. As they exhaled, the smoke
swirled around them.
“Don't dwell on it too much. When a decision is made, life and death become secondary. If she survives, so do you. If she
doesn't, neither do you. It's that straightforward.”
Zeke nodded, saying, “If it ever reaches that point, please look after the Shurmer family in my absence.”
“Mm.”
Outside, the sky darkened gradually as night approached.
Inside the main study of the Rogers castle, Joseph's grip tightened, shattering the wine glass in his hand upon hearing the

strategist's report.
“I thought Catherine had fallen for Mr. Simon, but it turns out she's infatuated with her own personal bodyguard. What a
disgraceful woman, disregarding her own status, falling for a dog raised by the family. Birds of a feather flock together, it seems.
They're both lowly creatures! It's a good thing I didn't entrust the family affairs to her; otherwise, everything would have been
ruined by her hands.”
The strategist concurred, saying, “It's a shame that we, her subordinates, placed so much trust in her. We staked our entire
fortunes and lives on her. But it's maddening to discover her true intentions. Mr. Joseph, that Lester must not be allowed to stay.
He will poison Ms. Catherine's mind.”
Joseph slowly raised his head, fixing his gaze on the strategist.
This was the subordinate Catherine trusted and valued the most. If he could successfully turn him against Catherine, his future
plans would proceed more smoothly.
“Oswald, Catherine is not someone you can influence to your liking. You won't gain any benefits by siding with her.”
Oswald was taken aback, his eyes narrowing slightly.
He wasn't a fool; he could read between the lines of Joseph's words.
“What do you mean, Mr. Joseph?”
A spark of realization flashed in Joseph's eyes as he casually remarked, “Don't oppose her. Let her clash with the first branch.
Once she gains control of Wilbur, hand him over to me. I'll use Wilbur as a bargaining chip against that cunning old fox,
Broderick. If you think I would abandon my family and flee to the ends of the earth, think again. I'd rather go down with the first
branch than lead a life of mere survival.”
Filled with newfound determination, Oswald rose from his seat and bowed deeply to Joseph. “From now on, my loyalty lies solely
with you. What you say is true, Mr. Joseph. We'd rather go down together than be hunted like dogs.”

“Haha.” Joseph chuckled. “Don't worry, I still have some tricks up my sleeve. When both Catherine and Broderick are weakened,
both suffering losses, that's when I'll strike and bring them both down. At that point, all power will return to my grasp.”
Oswald's heart trembled deeply.
So, this old man had hidden motives all along. Casting Catherine out was merely using her as a shield. What a ruthless heart he
has. Catherine is his daughter, yet for power, he's willing to sacrifice his own flesh and blood.
“Do you have another heir in mind, Mr. Joseph?”
Joseph's hearty laughter abruptly ceased. He fixed a piercing gaze on Oswald and said cryptically, “I'll keep the details to myself
for now. You'll find out in due time. Just do your job diligently, and I won't disappoint you.”
“Understood.”
At Catherine's residence, inside the study, Catherine examined the message in her hand and sighed. “My people have directly
clashed with Uncle Broderick's men. We've sustained heavy losses. Simon, I can't outmaneuver that old man. What should we
do?”
Simon was engrossed in his phone when he heard his wife's query. Arching an eyebrow, he teased, “Give me a kiss, and I'll tell
you what to do.”
Catherine shot him an exasperated glance and pressed her lips together, refusing to play along.
The more she got to know this man, the more she realized how incorrigible he was.
Bailey had also called Artemis cheap before. It seemed that the men in the Luther family shared some common traits.
“You don't agree? Well, then, I'm afraid your subordinates might face total annihilation...”
The conversation hit an abrupt pause.

As she stared at the enlarged handsome face before her, Catherine's heart raced.
After an indeterminate amount of time, Simon slowly pulled away, his voice husky as he said, “If you're not on board with that
plan, it's fine. I can take the initiative. If you happen to like this method, we can always use it again in the future.”
“Simon...”
Catherine stamped her foot in frustration, her cheeks turning a faint shade of crimson.