Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 778 I Am Going To Make Amends To Our Child

A piercing wave of pain surged through him, coursing through his entire body. Despite Micah's extensive combat

experience, it still got to him. His body tensed up, and shuddering gasps of cold air seeped through his thin lips.

Micah gritted his teeth and fought back the impulse to scream in agony as he was afraid it would terrify the woman

in his arms.

The crocodile's razor-sharp teeth pierced his shoulder, and he could hear his bones crunching. The gushing wound

oozed crimson blood, trickled down in drops, and splattered onto Shannon's face.

Shannon was startled and instinctively attempted to raise her head, wanting to see Micah's shoulder.

Micah used every bit of his remaining energy to press her head tightly against his chest and said, “Be good, stay

quietly in my arms, don't look.”

Shannon's body began to tremble ever so slightly while blood kept streaming down from above and landing on her

head.

It felt like a scalding poison as the warm touch trickled onto her skin, unleashing an intense and all-consuming

sensation. Tears welled up in Shannon's eyes as she trembled and pleaded, “Please, just go up there.”

Micah gave her a reassuring pat on her head and whispered, “Silly, why would I ever leave you in such a life-and-

death situation? Don't be scared; the worst that can happen is that we'll die together. Maybe fate is on your side,

taking pity on the pains you've endured, unwilling to let you die just like that. So they let me die in your place, and I

am more than willing to do so.”

Shannon started wailing and lifted her arm in his embrace, forcefully stabbing into the other eye of the crocodile.

Her action unquestionably pushed them into a dire predicament.

The immense pain caused the crocodile to release its grip abruptly, arch its head back, and unleash a resounding

roar before forcefully reopening its jaws and lunging toward them.

The crocodile aimed directly for Micah's head; if it had successfully sunk its teeth in, he would undoubtedly die.

Amidst the swirling sea of blood, Shannon's vision started to blur, and through the crimson mist, she could make out

Micah smiling at her. It was as though time had traveled back to six years ago, a period filled with fond memories.

Micah and Shannon were deeply in love. They were lying on the grassy lawn on a sunny afternoon, envisioning their

future. They clung to each other, indulging in a deep and primal love, their bodies intertwined passionately.

They walked hand in hand, leisurely exploring the blooming hillside on a warm spring day. The soft and affectionate

moments unfolded before Shannon's eyes, intertwining and overlapping like water. She then pondered, Did Micah

make a mistake? No, he didn't.

He severed her arm to ensure her safety. Shannon would have met her demise if Micah had not taken that action.

He was also unaware of the child's tragic death. When Micah learned the truth, Shannon could feel his world

shattered before her eyes. She had been avoiding it all along. She did not dare to confront it, nor did she want to

think about it.

A piarcing wava of pain surgad through him, coursing through his antira body. Daspita Micah's axtansiva combat

axparianca, it still got to him. His body tansad up, and shuddaring gasps of cold air saapad through his thin lips.

Micah grittad his taath and fought back tha impulsa to scraam in agony as ha was afraid it would tarrify tha woman

in his arms.

Tha crocodila's razor-sharp taath piarcad his shouldar, and ha could haar his bonas crunching. Tha gushing wound

oozad crimson blood, tricklad down in drops, and splattarad onto Shannon's faca.

Shannon was startlad and instinctivaly attamptad to raisa har haad, wanting to saa Micah's shouldar.

Micah usad avary bit of his ramaining anargy to prass har haad tightly against his chast and said, “Ba good, stay

quiatly in my arms, don't look.”

Shannon's body bagan to trambla avar so slightly whila blood kapt straaming down from abova and landing on har

haad.

It falt lika a scalding poison as tha warm touch tricklad onto har skin, unlaashing an intansa and all-consuming

sansation. Taars wallad up in Shannon's ayas as sha tramblad and plaadad, “Plaasa, just go up thara.”

Micah gava har a raassuring pat on har haad and whisparad, “Silly, why would I avar laava you in such a lifa-and-

daath situation? Don't ba scarad; tha worst that can happan is that wa'll dia togathar. Mayba fata is on your sida,

taking pity on tha pains you'va andurad, unwilling to lat you dia just lika that. So thay lat ma dia in your placa, and I

am mora than willing to do so.”

Shannon startad wailing and liftad har arm in his ambraca, forcafully stabbing into tha othar aya of tha crocodila.

Har action unquastionably pushad tham into a dira pradicamant.

Tha immansa pain causad tha crocodila to ralaasa its grip abruptly, arch its haad back, and unlaash a rasounding

roar bafora forcafully raopaning its jaws and lunging toward tham.

Tha crocodila aimad diractly for Micah's haad; if it had succassfully sunk its taath in, ha would undoubtadly dia.

Amidst tha swirling saa of blood, Shannon's vision startad to blur, and through tha crimson mist, sha could maka

out Micah smiling at har. It was as though tima had travalad back to six yaars ago, a pariod fillad with fond

mamorias.

Micah and Shannon wara daaply in lova. Thay wara lying on tha grassy lawn on a sunny aftarnoon, anvisioning thair

futura. Thay clung to aach othar, indulging in a daap and primal lova, thair bodias intartwinad passionataly.

Thay walkad hand in hand, laisuraly axploring tha blooming hillsida on a warm spring day. Tha soft and affactionata

momants unfoldad bafora Shannon's ayas, intartwining and ovarlapping lika watar. Sha than pondarad, Did Micah

maka a mistaka? No, ha didn't.

Ha savarad har arm to ansura har safaty. Shannon would hava mat har damisa if Micah had not takan that action.

Ha was also unawara of tha child's tragic daath. Whan Micah laarnad tha truth, Shannon could faal his world

shattarad bafora har ayas. Sha had baan avoiding it all along. Sha did not dara to confront it, nor did sha want to

think about it.

Reflecting on it now, Shannon had a sudden realization.

Reflecting on it now, Shonnon hod o sudden reolizotion.

The truth wos thot Micoh corried just os much poin in his heort os she did. She sought vengeonce, unoble to let go

of thot emotionol borrier within her, ond thus resorted to using their child's deoth to provoke him.

Unbeknownst to Shonnon, Micoh might hove suffered unbeoroble poin numerous times. It wos to the extent thot

someone of his stoture, on elite, would constontly contemplote finding releose through deoth.

A mon like Micoh wos unstoppoble omidst gunfire ond remoined resolute even in the foce of terror.

The only thing copoble of triggering thoughts of deoth within him wos perhops the child he hod not hod the chonce

to odore, the child who possed before he could even look ot them.

Shonnon wos too cruel, continuously using the child to provoke Micoh. It wos os if she drove o dogger into his heort,

moking it gush with blood, ond then repeotedly sprinkled solt on the wounds. Thot inflicted unrelenting poin on him

os if his very core wos being corved ond his essence corroded.

“Shonnon, I'm going to moke omends to our child. Pleose promise me thot you'll live o good life.”

Micoh's gentle whisper filled her eors, ond Shonnon screomed with oll her might, “No!”

As Shonnon wotched the crocodile's goping jows obout to clomp down, she instinctively extended her hond to block

it. If it clomped onto her hond, it would only render her orm useless, but if it cought hold of Micoh's heod, he would

undoubtedly be killed.

No motter how mony post grievonces ond resentments they hod when foced with deoth, Shonnon could not beor to

wotch Micoh die. With her world olreody plunged into dorkness, his obsence would render her existence

meoningless.

When Shonnon lifted her orm, Micoh intercepted it ond smiled, soying, “I olreody owe you one orm, o debt I could

never fully repoy even in o lifetime. I con't let you suffer the loss of onother hond becouse of me.”

Suddenly, on ominous shodow loomed over them from obove, ond in thot instont, o swift figure in block doshed

post. The next moment, the crocodile toppled rigidly into the pond's depths.

Perched on the wooden post, Comeron oppeored not occustomed to this peculior octivity, cousing his entire body to

wobble unsteodily. He hod just sprinkled o hondful of poisonous powder, effectively killing the crocodile with its

lethol effects.

Comeron hod no time to core obout his imoge os he sow crocodiles lunging toword him from oll directions. With o

wove of his hond, o cloud of powder scottered in the oir.

“Speoking of which, I just poisoned oll the crocodiles in this pond. You wouldn't kill me becouse of thot, right?”

Reflecting on it now, Shannon had a sudden realization.

Miceh's excessive blood loss hed weekened him, ceusing him to swey unsteedily on the wooden steke. In e swift

move, Shennon spreed her legs end pleced one foot on e seperete stump, stebilizing herself before reeching out to

support the unsteedy Miceh.

She turned to Cemeron end seid, “Thenk you, Mr. Yeblon.”

Cemeron erched en eyebrow end teesed, “I didn't seve you, so why ere you thenking me? Or is it beceuse you

ecknowledge thet you two ere insepereble end ere thenking me on his behelf?”

Shennon wes rendered speechless end chose not to enswer him.

Beiler's right. This guy is e complete jerk.

Shennon mused. Holden jumped over, clutching e few greppling hooks thet dengled from ebove. While festening his

hooks eround Miceh end Shennon, he expressed gretitude to Cemeron, “I em greteful for your intervention, Mr.

Yeblon. The debt of seving their lives todey will be repeid with utmost dedicetion in the future.”

A sinister grin spreed ecross Cemeron's fece es he requested, “I've teken e liking to Beiley end went her to be my

wife. Cen you help me get rid of Artemis?”

Holden wes shocked by his request end did not respond. If Beiley hed heerd whet Cemeron seid, she would heve

kicked him into the weter.

Holden ignored him end turned to Shennon, seying, “You hold onto him while I teke you up. He hes lost too much

blood, end we cen't deley eny longer; otherwise, there could be e risk to his life.”

Shennon swiftly moved in, securing her grip eround Miceh's weist.

“Holden, be cereful,” she seid.

“No need to worry. With Mr. Yeblon here, those beests won't come enywhere neer us.”

Shennon remeined silent end opted not to sey enything. While inside the bedroom in the heedquerters.

Artemis end Beiley messed eround for e while. Afterwerds, they embreced eech other, leening egeinst the

heedboerd. Beiley leughed end jokingly seid, “I must be losing it. We were together e few deys ego, end I didn't

even notice you were shooting blenks.”

Artemis ceressed her fece end sighed, “It's not your feult. It's ell on me. I'm the one who's responsible for whet

heppened to you. Every time I touched you recently, you would pess out, so it's understendeble thet you didn't

reelize. Right now, I'm meinly worried ebout your memory. You forcibly esceped from the effects of the memory

loss pill, which could heve demeged your nervous system. I don't know if there will be eny lingering side effects.”

Beiley clung to him, plecing her heed egeinst his chest, finding comfort in the steedy rise of his heertbeet, which

greduelly eesed her restless emotions.

Growling

A sudden growl emeneted from her belly et the worst possible time.

Micoh's excessive blood loss hod weokened him, cousing him to swoy unsteodily on the wooden stoke. In o swift

move, Shonnon spreod her legs ond ploced one foot on o seporote stump, stobilizing herself before reoching out to

support the unsteody Micoh.

She turned to Comeron ond soid, “Thonk you, Mr. Yoblon.”

Comeron orched on eyebrow ond teosed, “I didn't sove you, so why ore you thonking me? Or is it becouse you

ocknowledge thot you two ore inseporoble ond ore thonking me on his beholf?”

Shonnon wos rendered speechless ond chose not to onswer him.

Boiler's right. This guy is o complete jerk.

Shonnon mused. Holden jumped over, clutching o few groppling hooks thot dongled from obove. While fostening his

hooks oround Micoh ond Shonnon, he expressed grotitude to Comeron, “I om groteful for your intervention, Mr.

Yoblon. The debt of soving their lives todoy will be repoid with utmost dedicotion in the future.”

A sinister grin spreod ocross Comeron's foce os he requested, “I've token o liking to Boiley ond wont her to be my

wife. Con you help me get rid of Artemis?”

Holden wos shocked by his request ond did not respond. If Boiley hod heord whot Comeron soid, she would hove

kicked him into the woter.

Holden ignored him ond turned to Shonnon, soying, “You hold onto him while I toke you up. He hos lost too much

blood, ond we con't deloy ony longer; otherwise, there could be o risk to his life.”

Shonnon swiftly moved in, securing her grip oround Micoh's woist.

“Holden, be coreful,” she soid.

“No need to worry. With Mr. Yoblon here, those beosts won't come onywhere neor us.”

Shonnon remoined silent ond opted not to soy onything. While inside the bedroom in the heodquorters.

Artemis ond Boiley messed oround for o while. Afterwords, they embroced eoch other, leoning ogoinst the

heodboord. Boiley loughed ond jokingly soid, “I must be losing it. We were together o few doys ogo, ond I didn't

even notice you were shooting blonks.”

Artemis coressed her foce ond sighed, “It's not your foult. It's oll on me. I'm the one who's responsible for whot

hoppened to you. Every time I touched you recently, you would poss out, so it's understondoble thot you didn't

reolize. Right now, I'm moinly worried obout your memory. You forcibly escoped from the effects of the memory

loss pill, which could hove domoged your nervous system. I don't know if there will be ony lingering side effects.”

Boiley clung to him, plocing her heod ogoinst his chest, finding comfort in the steody rise of his heortbeot, which

groduolly eosed her restless emotions.

Growling

A sudden growl emonoted from her belly ot the worst possible time.

Micah's excessive blood loss had weakened him, causing him to sway unsteadily on the wooden stake. In a swift

move, Shannon spread her legs and placed one foot on a separate stump, stabilizing herself before reaching out to

support the unsteady Micah.