Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 860 Disrespect And Betrayal

After snapping out of her daze, Tamara marched to the side of the bed and grasped Bailey's arm.

“You've come at the right time, b*tch! Undo the dream-tailoring skill on my husband this instant. Otherwise, I'll

throw you in jail and let you rot your life away.”

Bailey curled her lips into a half smile. “You're the classy and dignified first lady, Mrs. Fletcher. Could you please

refrain from constantly name-calling others? It really reflects poorly on your upbringing.”

“You...” Tamara uttered, a glint in her eye as she spun toward the door. “Call the police chief and get him to come

to the Fletcher residence! Let's see who can save you from this. Be prepared to rot in jail if you don't cure my

husband today. Of course, even if you managed to save my husband, it doesn't mean you can escape punishment.

I'll see to it that you receive a long prison sentence!”

The sneer on Bailey's face deepened as she abruptly shoved Tamara away. “Ha. Let's see if you can successfully

send me to jail first. After all, it's easy for anyone to talk big. I've heard so many people brag, and I'm sick of it.

“How dare you! I—”

However, before Tamara could finish her rant, Bailey interrupted, “To tell you the truth, your husband could've

easily woken up with a snap of my fingers and a couple of needles in the appropriate acupoints. “Alas, you've

severed his connection with me because of all this hoo-ha. Well... I'm afraid your husband's life is hanging by a

thread now.”

Tamara widened her eyes as she stared at Bailey in disbelief. “W-What do you mean by that? Are you saying you

can't undo the dream-tailoring skill?” she asked shakily.

With a smirk, Bailey shrugged her shoulders and pointed at Lindsay. “If I'm not mistaken, she must've tried using

her mediocre art of perfumery to cure Mr. Fletcher. Sadly, her attempt has ruined the dreamland, and I can no

longer fix it.”

Unable to bear the brunt of the terrible news, Tamara staggered backward and turned to glare at Lindsay.

“You! You're the one who snuffed out the last glimmer of hope for my husband's recovery. I'll drag you to court and

sentence you to death!”

Needless to say, Lindsay's expression changed drastically.

What? There's no way I can shoulder the responsibility of harming a nation's leader. Besides, my art of perfumery

can't affect this b*tch's dream-tailoring skill. She's accusing me purely to mess with me! Oh, Josiah, look at this

ingrate you've raised... Not only does she lack gratitude, but she has also turned her back on your widow and

daughter! How can you rest in peace knowing that? If given another chance, would you still pass on your dream-

tailoring skill to this evil woman?

“You're a treacherous woman, Bailey. You've disrespected and betrayed your master! I am Josiah's widow, your

master's wife, yet you still dare to defame me. Don't you think you've let your master down? Don't you think you've

brought shame to his dream-tailoring skill?”

A trace of mockery instantly flashed across Bailey's eyes.

Ha. If only this mother and daughter behaved themselves and weren't so malicious, I'd have passed on the dream-

tailoring skill to Yolanda. However, given their temperament, imparting the skill to them would inevitably lead to

serious trouble in the future.

As it turned out, Josiah had chosen to give Bailey the burden of the skill to keep his wife and daughter safe for the

rest of their lives.

After all, a person's talent would always arouse the envy of others.

If either Lindsay or Yolanda had mastered the dream-tailoring skill, they'd become everyone's target and meet a

tragic end.

Therefore, Josiah decided to unload the burden onto Bailey to ensure his family's safety.

“You have no self-respect and constantly put me in harm's way. How do you expect me to regard you as an elder?”

Bailey scoffed before walking toward the door.

Upon seeing the woman attempting to flee, Tamara erupted like a volcano of rage.

“Both of you can forget about escaping! If anything happens to my husband, I'll throw you in jail for a long time! Is

everyone outside dead or what? Get in here and catch them!”

To Tamara's surprise, no one replied her or even responded to her orders.

Seconds later, Raiden entered the room.

“You've gotten yourself too riled up. Benson, please escort my mother out and prepare some honey lemon tea to

calm her down.”

“You...” Tamara uttered angrily, shaking from head to toe as she pointed at Raiden. “They're harming your father,

for goodness' sake! Why would you still try to defend them? Are you trying to rebel? Do you want to destroy your

reputation and live in infamy?”

Raiden shot her a cold glance. “I'm only here to protect Bailey. As for Mrs. Gibson, you can do as you please.”

“You...”

By then, Bailey couldn't be bothered to waste more time with the insufferable woman. She needed to go after

Catherine, especially since she had a nagging feeling that she was the real target behind the latter's actions toward

Sloan.

“Raiden, I have some things to take care of first. Let's keep in touch over the phone.”

After walking a few steps out of the room, she suddenly stopped and instructed, “By the way, don't let anyone else

disturb your father again. He can't take any more stress.”

Raiden nodded. “Please be careful. Catherine Rogers isn't one to be trifled with.”

Bailey curled her lips into a smile.

Oh... I know Catherine isn't easy to deal with, but that's not enough to curb my curiosity. In fact, I'm looking forward

to seeing what Ms. Rogers has to offer.

Upon leaving the infirmary and bumping into Artemis, Bailey hastily asked, “Have you sent someone to follow

Catherine?”

Artemis' expression was somewhat complex, and it was clear that he was hesitating to speak.

Bailey cocked her head and raised her brows. “Is Catherine that tricky to handle? What have you found out about

her?”

Instead of replying, Artemis pulled out his phone from his pocket and handed it to her.

Bailey promptly took it and clicked on the mailbox. After reading the only email inside, she, too, had a strange

expression on her face.

“She... This... Is this for real?”

Artemis nodded. “I called Simon, and he confirmed it with me.”

With that, a devil-may-care grin tugged at Bailey's lips.

Well, well, well. This plot twist sure has shocked the hell out of me!

“Where is she now?”

“Dellmoor Hotel.”

“Come on. Let's go meet her.”

Meanwhile, in a luxury suite at Dellmoor Hotel, Catherine sat by the bed and stared blankly at her daughter lying on

it.

That face... Luna resembles the man called Simon Luther so much that I was convinced he was her father when I

first saw him... We came to Hallsbay purely to fulfill Luna's only wish, but alas, I'm terrible at expressing myself and

couldn't communicate with that man at all. To make matters worse, my appearance seemed to have affected his

relationship with his girlfriend. That was never my intention! However, now that things have come to this point, I

can only try my best to minimize my presence... If need be, I'd gladly explain the situation to his girlfriend and

promise never to disrupt their lives.

Just then, Luna's muffled voice reached Catherine's ears, pulling the latter out of her reverie. “Mommy, am I dying

soon?”

Catherine instinctively held out a hand and ruffled the little girl's hair. “Don't spout nonsense. Your grandparents,

uncle, and I are all finding ways to save you. You'll be fine. I promise.”

The little girl pouted as her gaze darkened.

Hmph. Mommy is telling lies. She wouldn't have taken me out to find Daddy if I had a chance to live.

“Mommy, you brought me out here to fulfill my wish, didn't you? I know you did, but Daddy doesn't like me. I've

been in Hallsbay for so long, yet he hasn't come to see me...”

With that, Luna began to sob.