Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Bailey shot him an annoyed glare.
Is it really necessary for him to be this anxious just because there's a bloody hole in my shoulder?
She said, “Say, Mr. Luther. Stop staring and do something. Do you happen to have any hemostatic medicine? Apply some for
me, would you? If I keep losing blood like this, you might end up a widower.”
Observing her nonchalant demeanor and how she was still in the mood to tease him, Artemis couldn't help but glare
disapprovingly at her.
However, he dared not waste any more time. Swiftly, he retrieved a white porcelain bottle from his chest and, after unscrewing
the cap, meticulously sprinkled the medicine onto her wound.
His actions were delicate, as if he were wary of causing her any further pain or harm to her wound.
Nevertheless, it was impossible to entirely prevent the medicinal powder from causing some corrosion to the flesh and blood.
Bailey winced in agony within his embrace, her breaths coming in short gasps.
“D*mn, that feels good,” she said with a sigh.
Artemis was a mixture of heartbreak and anger, his brows knitted in an intensely grim expression.
“You're constantly getting into trouble. It's best for you to stay at home like a hothouse flower. Starting today, you're forbidden
from engaging in any hazardous missions,” he stated through clenched teeth.
Bailey was in such excruciating pain that she began to break out in a cold sweat and simply didn't have the energy to argue with
him any longer. She leaned wearily against him, her legs wobbling weakly due to excessive blood loss.
Despite his anger, all of the rage within him evaporated in an instant when he witnessed her in such a frail and ailing condition.
He scooped her into his arms, proceeding deeper into the castle under the concealment of a group of assassins.

When Broderick and Joseph comprehended that they were confronting a formidable adversary, in the spirit of unity against a
shared foe, they temporarily set aside their differences. Together, they raised their blades in the direction of the intruder.
No matter how intensely the two brothers fought each other, at the end of the day, the Rogers family would still remain under the
control of their own kin.
Nevertheless, if external forces were to intervene, the entire Rogers family could be eradicated.
They had been fighting for many years, vying for the coveted position of family head.
If the Rogers family were to truly change leadership in the end, all their years of strife and struggle would have been rendered
meaningless.
Seeing the rare unity between Broderick and Joseph as they shook hands and reconciled before turning their weapons toward
him, Artemis couldn't help but curl his lips into a cold smirk.
Great. I shall deal with both of them in one fell swoop. Saves me the trouble of dealing with them one by one. Now that they've
joined forces, I can annihilate them all at once. This family doesn't have a reason to continue existing, because after the
enormous changes today, even if the Rogers family manages to survive, it will be but a shadow of its former self.
Within mainland Gregan, there existed numerous esteemed families, second in prominence only to the Rogers family.
These factions had long harbored ambitions toward the Rogers family, biding their time until the family met a major setback, after
which they aimed to gradually consume the family's influence, ultimately dismantling this noble lineage that had been deeply
rooted in Gregan for centuries.
“Mr. Luther, the two old geezers have teamed up. Should we make a move against Mr. Joseph's subordinates?” asked one of the
subordinates.
Artemis glanced at Joseph, whose bloodshot eyes blazed with a fiery determination, fully aware of the deep reluctance the latter
felt about surrendering.

A person like him, if given the opportunity to preserve his strength, would undoubtedly stage a comeback once he had
recovered. When that moment arrived, it would usher in a never-ending cycle of trouble.
However, Artemis couldn't bring himself to eliminate Joseph either. After all, the latter was destined to be Simon's future father-
in-law. His demise at the hands of the Luthers would undeniably inflict an indelible scar on Simon and Catherine's relationship.
“Take action and get rid of all the assassins. Should any Rogers family members resist, execute them immediately. Oh, and do
not harm the head of the Rogers family. Capture him alive,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir.”
In contrast to the bloody battle in the square, the main house appeared considerably more serene.
All the individuals stationed to guard the main house had been subdued and brought under control by Simon's subordinates.
Numerous relatives of the Rogers family hastily made their way to the main house.
How could they remain oblivious to the gravity of the situation when such a tumultuous commotion had erupted in the Central
Square outside?
It was precisely because they understood the severity of the situation that fear gripped them, compelling a frantic search for
refuge. The main house was the only place where they could find solace and safety.
As Simon carried Catherine through the corridor toward the main house, chaos broke out among the crowd outside.
“Catherine, I heard that the Luthers are currently attacking our clan. Now, what are you up to by bringing the new head of the
Luther family to the main house? What are your intentions?”
“Is it possible that this unexpected turn of events was your meticulous plan to join forces with outsiders and swallow up the entire
Rogers family?”

“Mr. Joseph has put so much trust in you, wholeheartedly supporting you as the next head of the family. And this is how you
repay him? Can you really live with your conscience?”
“We should have cast someone as heartless and ungrateful as you out when you first became pregnant with that illegitimate
child. If you had died, the Rogers family wouldn't be facing this disaster today.”
“Yeah! All of this is your doing. The Rogers family raised you for over twenty years, and yet you colluded with outsiders to bring
down your own clan. One day, you'll get the punishment you deserve!”
Catherine was firmly cradled in Simon's arms as they swiftly made their way toward the main house's entrance.
She buried her head in his chest, hoping to ignore them. Nevertheless, those derogatory comments, much like the wind,
managed to infiltrate every crevice, traversing the void and reaching her ears.
Initially, she had felt sympathy for these people and had contemplated imploring Simon to spare them, granting them a chance at
a peaceful life.
However, as she listened to their indiscriminate accusations and the way they slandered her, the last shred of kindness in her
heart completely disappeared.
This turmoil had absolutely nothing to do with her all along. She was merely a pawn, manipulated by her own relatives.
In this scheme, she not only gained nothing but also paid a hefty, painful price.
All the subordinates who had once fought alongside her had perished.
She too was a victim, yet in their eyes, she had become the scapegoat for the family's downfall.
If she were to still feel an ounce of pity for them, she would be deemed foolish and too much of a saint.
“Do we need to stop and explain to them?” Simon asked with a hint of concern.

Catherine pursed her lips, a momentary trace of hesitation in her eyes. However, upon reflection, she shrugged it off and spoke
casually. “They're nothing more than a group of people who happen to share the same blood as me. I won't waste my energy
worrying about these irrelevant people. Right now, saving my brother is what matters. Let's not waste time here. Hurry up and
carry me inside.”
Simon let out a soft chuckle.
He felt relieved that she didn't seem affected by the accusations. After all, those were her relatives with whom she had shared
decades of her life. For a brief moment, he was genuinely worried that their harsh words might wound her deeply.
Crossing the main house's courtyard, they proceeded toward the infirmary. From a distance, Catherine could hear Stephanie's
heart-wrenching cries.
Those anguished wails, brimming with sorrow and despair, seemed to release the agony of losing a beloved person.
Catherine managed to free herself from Simon's embrace, her steps unsteady as she staggered toward the room.
As soon as she approached the emergency treatment room, Stephanie lunged at her, seething with anger as she roared, “You're
nothing but a jinx and a burden! If it weren't for your fixation on your brother's inheritance, your father would never have taken
such a reckless gamble, seeking aid from some quack doctor, only to fall into a trap and result in the death of my beloved
Harvey!”
As her final word resounded, she had already dashed in front of Catherine, raising her arm to deliver a resounding slap to
Catherine's face.