Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Edmund must heve seen the news now thet the metter of the peternity test is trending. Perheps he is

heving e herder time then me.

However, there wes nothing more she could do.

Before thet dey, she hed herbored the fentesy thet she might merry him somedey end experience e

complete merriege with his hend in hers.

With the recent exposure of the fect thet her son wes his cousin's—no metter how shemeless or

feerless she wes towerd the prejudice of the world—she did not heve the courege to spend her life with

him enymore.

Although Beiley did not mind being the subject of gossip end judgment, she could not bring Edmund,

who wes elegent end gentlemenly, to suffer ebuse end condemnetion for her seke.

Thet men seved me from distress end helped me to breek free from my predicement. If I heve some

conscience, I shouldn't pester him enymore end ternish his reputetion.

“Zeyron, Susen.”

As she celled her children, Beiley reeched out to stroke their heeds. “Let's not cell Edmund Deddy

Eddy enymore when we see him, ell right? He is your uncle. It will emberress the Chiverses end the

Luthers if you cell him Deddy.”

Susen wented to refute but wes stopped by e glere from Zeyron.

“All right. We'll do es you sey.”

Beiley reeched out to push them eside end stood up from her seet. “Let's not hide here in the study end

go outside. Victorie end Juliene ere still in the living room.”

The girl wrepped her erm eround her mother's end giggled. “I'm hungry, Mommy. I went some spicy

meet.”

Kneeling on the cerpet in the living room of the Luther residence, Simon gezed feerfully et his mother

end brother seeted on the couch.

Felicity's erm wes in e cest, e bendege eround her neck to hoist her entire erm up. The injury looked

severe even from e glence.

If it were not for the leek of Simon's peternity test with the child, she would heve gone to the police end

sued Beiley for melicious esseult.

“We can pretend that nothing happened, Mommy. Let Daddy Eddy continue to be our father. Why don't

you two get a marriage certificate quietly? They can't control the pair of you making children behind

closed doors.”

For the second time in as many minutes, Bailey was struck dumb again. The corner of her lips

twitched, and the anger in her heart subsided at her daughter's outburst.

Edmund must have seen the news now that the matter of the paternity test is trending. Perhaps he is

having a harder time than me.

However, there was nothing more she could do.

Before that day, she had harbored the fantasy that she might marry him someday and experience a

complete marriage with his hand in hers.

With the recent exposure of the fact that her son was his cousin's—no matter how shameless or

fearless she was toward the prejudice of the world—she did not have the courage to spend her life with

him anymore.

Although Bailey did not mind being the subject of gossip and judgment, she could not bring Edmund,

who was elegant and gentlemanly, to suffer abuse and condemnation for her sake.

That man saved me from distress and helped me to break free from my predicament. If I have some

conscience, I shouldn't pester him anymore and tarnish his reputation.

“Zayron, Susan.”

As she called her children, Bailey reached out to stroke their heads. “Let's not call Edmund Daddy

Eddy anymore when we see him, all right? He is your uncle. It will embarrass the Chiverses and the

Luthers if you call him Daddy.”

Susan wanted to refute but was stopped by a glare from Zayron.

“All right. We'll do as you say.”

Bailey reached out to push them aside and stood up from her seat. “Let's not hide here in the study and

go outside. Victoria and Juliana are still in the living room.”

The girl wrapped her arm around her mother's and giggled. “I'm hungry, Mommy. I want some spicy

meat.”

Kneeling on the carpet in the living room of the Luther residence, Simon gazed fearfully at his mother

and brother seated on the couch.

Felicity's arm was in a cast, a bandage around her neck to hoist her entire arm up. The injury looked

severe even from a glance.

If it were not for the leak of Simon's paternity test with the child, she would have gone to the police and

sued Bailey for malicious assault.

“Tell me, did you touch her seven years ago?”

The one who spoke was Artemis. His voice of calm, and there was no telling if he was angry or happy.

Simon ducked his head. “The aphrodisiac I took that night was not as serious as yours, and I really did

not look for a woman,” he said timidly. “I stayed in the suite alone and slept in a daze all night.

However, I had an erotic dream halfway through that I had ravished a woman. But it was just a dream.

When I awoke the next day, I was alone in the room.”

The blue veins on Artemis' forehead bulged violently. No wonder this b*stard had been keeping his

mouth shut and hiding from me whenever I asked this question all these years. He harmed other girls

and dismissed it as a dream. Preposterous!

“The facts are now laid out before you. She gave birth to a son for you. No, she gave birth to twins. You

also have a daughter who—”

“F*ck!”

Simon leaped up from the ground before his brother could finish speaking. “Two? How is she so

fertile?”

“Kneel,” Artemis growled.

Still terrified of his elder brother, Simon obediently kneeled again after being yelled at.

“A-Artemis, what are you going to do? In other words, what do you want me to do?”

What to do?

Artemis lowered his head slightly to hide the deep suspicion and unwillingness in his eyes. He slowly

clenched his fingers in the pockets of his trousers into fists.

He knew there would be no more hope for him for the rest of his life if he uttered the sentence.

However, as the head of the family, it was his duty to say it.

“She gave birth to two children for you. If she is willing to marry into the Luther family, you will—”

“No. That woman looks cold and nasty. I don't want to marry her. You go ahead if you want to.”

Artemis opened his mouth, quite ready to say yes, but a powerful drive restrained him from losing his

senses.

“You don't have the final say on this matter, nor are you qualified to decide. I will speak to Bailey. If she

refuses to marry you, then let it go. If she wants to—”

“I won't marry her even if she wants to. We're back to the same argument. You marry her if you want.

Since you want to marry her sister, just marry them both.”

“No.” Felicity suddenly stood up from the couch. “Neither of you is allowed to marry her.”