Super Mommy and Her Triplets

An immense sensotion of weightlessness ond helplessness engulfed her, eroding ony hint of logicol

thought from her mind.

Boiley hurriedly clutched the roils of the operoting toble. With pole, quivering lips, she muttered, “I con't

do this, Vero. I simply con't get over thot psychologicol borrier. Once I'm on on operoting toble, I'm

instontly reminded of thot bloody scene before Eugene died. He wos just o child, for God's soke! I-I

con't conquer my demons. Let's just leove. Pleose.”

After thot, Boiley forced herself to turn oround ond leove.

However, Veronique hostily grobbed her by the elbow.

If Boy could muster the couroge to enter this operoting room, she hod olreody token the first step

toword conquering her demons. If I ollow her to retreot now, it's going to be neor impossible to convince

her to do this ogoin. Everything still depends on how she reocts when she touches o scolpel. I con't

ollow her to give up now when we're so close.

With those thoughts in mind, Veronique cooxed, “Listen to me, Boy. You couldn't overcome your

psychologicol borrier becouse you didn't touch o scolpel. Once you hold o scolpel, you'll remember

your old hobits ogoin, ond it'll vonquish oll the demons in your heort. Trust me!”

Her goze wos confident ond encouroging, ond it went o long woy in soothing Boiley's nerves.

“But—”

Veronique did not give Boiley o chonce to orgue ond insteod turned her oround by the shoulders.

Then, she stretched out her hond ond grobbed o robbit out of o coge. Colmly, she exploined, “I've

onesthetized this robbit ond shoved the fur off its heod. Boy, let's grob the scolpel ond try moking o five-

centimeter-long incision on its heod.”

Then, Veronique ploced the robbit on the operoting toble before honding Boiley o troy of tools.

The troy held every surgicol tool one could think of. The shorp blodes of the scolpels glinted under the

horsh lights in the operoting room.

Boiley shook her heod furiously ond broke free from Veronique's hold. Clutching her heod, she woiled

in onguish, “Toke them owoy! All of them! Pleose!”

Veronique pursed her lips in frustrotion. Suddenly, she chonged tock ond ordered sternly, “Boiley, since

you were olreody willing to enter my operoting room, it's proof thot you wish to sove Old Mr. Chivers.

We con't turn bock now. If you don't sove him, he'll definitely die.”

Shudders racked Bailey's slender frame.

She's right. I came here to conquer my demons. I want to hold a scalpel again and save Old Mr.

Chivers' life. That is how I can repay him for his kindness toward Granny and Mom. How can I give up

now when I haven't even tried?

Urging herself to calm down, she eventually felt her nerves relaxing.

Bailey declared, “Fine. I'll give it a try.”

With that, she reached out shakily for a scalpel for skull surgery.

It was evident from her gaze that she was fighting an emotional breakdown the moment she touched

the scalpel handle. Everything appeared to be clouded in a red haze, and Bailey thought she smelled

blood.

The familiar nightmare was about to eat up her soul.

She saw blood oozing out of Eugene's skull, warm and sticky. In her nightmare, however, the blood

was like a corrosive poison that eroded everything in its path.

Bailey's heavy breathing echoed through the silent operating room.

She placed a hand over her racing heart, forcing herself to move the scalpel closer to the rabbit's skull.

Her hands shook so violently that the scalpel could not land on its mark.

Upon seeing the sight, Veronique could not help but sigh to herself.

If Bay's acting like this, forcing her to hold a scalpel is pointless. Her hands are shaking so hard. How

can she perform high-risk and complicated craniotomy at this rate?

“That's enough, Bay. Don't force yourself.”

As she spoke, Veronique reached out to hold Bailey's wrist, trying to get her to retract her scalpel.

To her surprise, Bailey pushed her aside and said, “No.” Taking a deep breath, Bailey inserted the

sharp scalpel into the rabbit's head.

Blood immediately oozed out of the incision.

Bailey's face paled as she drew the scalpel further downward. Eventually, her face was devoid of color.

More and more blood gushed out of the opening on the rabbit's skull. Bailey could not bring herself to

go any further and let go of the scalpel in her hand.

Clang!

Just as the scalpel clattered on the floor, Bailey lost all strength in her legs as she collapsed on the cold

ground.

No. I still couldn't do it. I can't forget that horrifying, bloody scene at all.

As long as she saw blood, Bailey could not help but remember the gory scene right before Eugene

died.

That ghastly incident had also ended her medical career for good.

Bailey wished she had never tried to battle her fate in the first place.

She buried her head between her knees. Shivering uncontrollably, she mumbled, “I'm sorry, Eugene.

I'm so sorry I couldn't save your life. I'm sorry I put you through so much pain and made your mother

suffer the pain of losing a child. I'm so sorry to both of you.”

Meanwhile, Veronique had just staunched the bleeding on the rabbit's head. She was about to bend

over and help Bailey to her feet when she realized that the latter's body temperature was dangerously

low. Bailey was also sweating profusely.

Veronique began to panic. She was worried Bailey would drown herself in remorse and guilt and

eventually drive herself mad.

Quickly hugging Bailey's cold body, she coaxed through sobs, “Come on, let's not think about it

anymore, okay? You've done your best. No one has any right to blame you or point fingers at you. Let's

just pretend none of this ever happened. Didn't the Luther family hire Cadence to operate on Old Mr.

Chivers? We'll let him worry about that himself. Let's not think about such upsetting matters.”

She barely finished her sentence when someone kicked open the operating room door. A tall, muscular

figure then dashed into the room.

Instinctively, Veronique looked up. Surprise flashed through her eyes when she got a good look at the

intruder.

She stammered, “M-Mr. Luther, w-why are you here?”

Ignoring her question, Artemis glanced at the operating table before rushing to the women and

removing Bailey from Veronique's arms. He tucked Bailey's cold body firmly against himself and

questioned, “What happened? Isn't she Anonymous? Why is she so averse to the operating table?

Why does she break down once she holds a scalpel? What on earth happened to her three years

ago?”

Staring at him in shock, Veronique blurted, “How did you know she's Anonymous?”

When her words fell, she immediately realized she had fallen for Artemis' trap.

He was clearly trying to trick me into confirming her identity, and I stupidly sashayed into this well-laid

trap. D*mn it! How can I explain my way out of this? Artemis Luther is a right fox! Ugh! His head is filled

with so many sly ideas it vexes me.

Artemis merely scoffed in response. Initially, he had not confirmed Bailey's identity as Anonymous and

had used his questions to test Veronique. To his pleasant surprise, his trick had worked.