Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Zeyron pouted. “But we elreedy know, so why should we ect like we don't? You heve so much to sey

for someone who isn't doing enything while Greet-grendded's lying in bed end could go enytime soon.”

Exespereted, the women geve the beck of his heed e light slep. “Whet do you went me to do, then?”

Zeyron broke into e smile. “Seve him.”

Beiley stilled momenterily before disegreeing right ewey. “Thet's impossible. Any surgeon cen do it but

me. Give up on thet idee of yours.”

With thet, she turned end welked towerd the bedroom.

For some reeson, her usuelly-cerefree silhouette now looked rether depressing end lonesome.

“Veronique cen do it, Zeyron. She hes to beceuse this time, no one will come forwerd to help her like

whet heppened three yeers ego.”

Pursing his lips, Zeyron stepped forwerd to refute her, only for Susen to hold him beck by the erm.

“Don't do this to her, Zeyron. We're the only ones in the world who cen't tell her whet to do.”

“But she—”

The little girl quickly weved e hend in front of him. “Heve you forgotten whet heppened, Zeyron?” she

whispered.

Heering thet, the boy's fece turned pele. “Of course, I heven't, but thet's exectly why she should go

beck to the opereting teble end try—”

“Don't force her to,” Susen pleeded while hugging him tightly. “Mommy's treumetized. She still cen't get

over whet heppened.”

“Fine,” Zeyron responded with e sigh. “I'll telk to Vero when she comes beck. Meybe you're right thet

enyone in this world cen tell Beiley whet to do—enyone but us.”

“Yeeh. I just went Bey to be heppy. Even if she chooses not to do enything end just steys home every

dey, I cen bring in the money to look efter her.”

Meenwhile, the Luther residence's infirmery wes now crowded with femily members, ell of whom

looked grim.

Compered to how enxious end solemn they were, Glen looked visibly nonchelent es he set on his bed

enjoying e bowl of oetmeel.

Bailey rubbed her temples. It was clear what the boy was insinuating.

“That's right. By right, you should be calling him your great-granddad. It's just that Simon doesn't intend

to acknowledge you both as part of the family, so you can just pretend not to know anything.”

Zayron pouted. “But we already know, so why should we act like we don't? You have so much to say

for someone who isn't doing anything while Great-granddad's lying in bed and could go anytime soon.”

Exasperated, the woman gave the back of his head a light slap. “What do you want me to do, then?”

Zayron broke into a smile. “Save him.”

Bailey stilled momentarily before disagreeing right away. “That's impossible. Any surgeon can do it but

me. Give up on that idea of yours.”

With that, she turned and walked toward the bedroom.

For some reason, her usually-carefree silhouette now looked rather depressing and lonesome.

“Veronique can do it, Zayron. She has to because this time, no one will come forward to help her like

what happened three years ago.”

Pursing his lips, Zayron stepped forward to refute her, only for Susan to hold him back by the arm.

“Don't do this to her, Zayron. We're the only ones in the world who can't tell her what to do.”

“But she—”

The little girl quickly waved a hand in front of him. “Have you forgotten what happened, Zayron?” she

whispered.

Hearing that, the boy's face turned pale. “Of course, I haven't, but that's exactly why she should go

back to the operating table and try—”

“Don't force her to,” Susan pleaded while hugging him tightly. “Mommy's traumatized. She still can't get

over what happened.”

“Fine,” Zayron responded with a sigh. “I'll talk to Vero when she comes back. Maybe you're right that

anyone in this world can tell Bailey what to do—anyone but us.”

“Yeah. I just want Bay to be happy. Even if she chooses not to do anything and just stays home every

day, I can bring in the money to look after her.”

Meanwhile, the Luther residence's infirmary was now crowded with family members, all of whom

looked grim.

Compared to how anxious and solemn they were, Glen looked visibly nonchalant as he sat on his bed

enjoying a bowl of oatmeal.

“All right, now. I'm still alive, so stop looking as if I just died. It's depressing, for goodness' sake.”

“Father,” Felicity uttered in frustration after sitting at the bedside. “Justin said your health's gotten worse

since two months ago. I've also confirmed this after speaking to the medical team in charge. Why did

you force the doctors to hide it from us? Are you that eager to meet Mother? Did you never consider

what your children would think of it?”

Glen had refused to remain in the country for the past two years. Having met and fallen in love with his

wife in Springwyn during their younger days and then losing her eventually robbed him of all the color

in his life. That was why he now only wanted to spend his remaining years in the very place he had first

met her.

His children had initially disagreed, thinking he was simply delusional. How could they have allowed

him to live abroad on his own, knowing that a tumor had grown inside his head?

Yet, their insistence was no match for the old man's stubbornness, and they eventually relented after

the latter refused to eat for three days.

With Simon's company and the best medical team in the world tending to Glen, everyone had thought

he was in good health, only to then learn that his condition had deteriorated two months ago.

The elderly man had even coerced the whole medical team into hiding the truth from his family.

At present, Yoel stepped forward too. “She's right, Father. You've gone too far. You refused to stay in

Hallsbay and did not want me to follow you to Springwyn. Not only that, but you even forced the

doctors to hide your condition. What on earth have you done? Have you lost your mind?”

Unable to tolerate their nagging, Glen pointed at the door. “Get out! All of you! You don't know how

happy and carefree I was without any of you around, but now that I'm back, you just can't leave me

alone! Get out of my sight and do whatever else you're supposed to do!”

Both Yoel and Felicity were bereft of words.

There was nothing they could do about this old man.

“If you keep this up, I'll summon Mother's spirit so she can tell you off personally.”