Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 784

Justin was momentarily stunned. He put down the documents in his hand and reached out to catch the test report that Zain had thrown over. He skimmed through the page, absorbing the content in a single glance, swiftly reaching the end of the page.

Surprisingly, the components present in the mist had the potential to compromise the effectiveness of the anticancer drugs Veronique administered on a daily basis.

Consider the implications: if the cancer-fighting drugs became ineffective, how much longer could Veronique endure? One day? Two days?

He was afraid that if she fell asleep, she might sleep forever. Olivia sprayed the mist onto Zephyr, who unknowingly carried it into the sick room. She effectively utilized Zephyr as a means to harm Veronique. If Veronique were to truly die because of the events that night, Zephyr might have to live in pain and guilt forever.

The harsh reality would constantly remind him that his mother's death was indirectly caused by him. There was a muffled thud. Justin forcefully brought his palm down on the table with a resounding slap, emanating powerful and aggressive energy.

His entire body quivered with intensity, displaying a turbulent and volatile demeanor. Originally, he didn't want to be too ruthless, but... Considering the way they mistreated his wife and son, they couldn't fault him for not valuing old friendships and reciprocating their actions accordingly. Zain arched his eyebrows and chuckled lightly.

“For a woman like Scarlett, whose heart is as venomous as that of a snake and scorpion, you have two options: either send her to prison or admit her to a psychiatric hospital. Otherwise, neither you nor

Veronique will ever experience a peaceful day, as Scarlett has descended into madness.”

Justin slowly clenched the test report in his hand. Olivia simply didn't have the ability to obtain something that could render cancer drugs ineffective, so Scarlett must have used her as a pawn. That malevolent woman, driven by her own selfish motives, instigated a car accident in the past, resulting in a catastrophic pile-up with numerous casualties and severe injuries.

Out of consideration for Raiden's reputation, Bailey resorted to doing something to her stomach rather than forcefully sending her to prison. Not only did Scarlett not restrain herself, but she became even more ruthless. In her eyes, human lives were as insignificant as dust. Indeed, it would be better to confine such a crazed woman, as it would limit her freedom. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“For now, let's comply with her wishes. In a few days, we can publicly announce that Veronique has succumbed to her battle with cancer. As for what lies ahead, I have already devised a plan to handle her situation.”

She wanted to act crazy, didn't she? Well, I would make her truly insane, send her to the madhouse, and let her go mad all at once.

Zain's eyes darted around, a strange glint flashing across them.

Oh, there's a good show to watch. ...

At the same moment, Felicity was in the Luther residence. Inside the living room, Felicity was leaning on the sofa, taking a phone call.

It was not clear what the other person had said. Her hand trembled, causing the phone to slip from her grasp. It landed on the carpet with a muffled thud as she struggled to process the shocking information.

Upon seeing the situation, the butler hurriedly approached her and asked, “Mrs. Luther, are you alright?”

Felicity stretched out her hand, pointing to the phone on the ground. Her voice trembled as she said, “You, can you hear what he's reporting? I... I didn't catch it clearly.”

The butler, with a hint of doubt, crouched down and retrieved the phone, bringing it close to his ear.

He said, “Repeat what you just said to the lady.”

A muffled voice came through, and upon hearing it, the butler's eyes widened abruptly.

“What, what did you say? Mr. Luther... H-He died of poisoning?”

As soon as those words were spoken, Felicity suddenly shivered. Overwhelmed by a sense of madness, she seized the phone from the butler's hand and shouted, “I'll give you another chance to say it again! Tell me who has died. It cannot be my son, it simply cannot!”

How could Artemis possibly die?

He could have been poisoned, but there was no way he could have died. Was there any ailment under the heavens that the Divine Healer, Anonymous, could not cure? How could she possibly stand by Artemis' side and watch him die with her own eyes? That was impossible. It was impossible!

At that moment, hurried footsteps echoed from the spiral staircase, as Gerald rushed down from the second floor.

“What happened?” The butler subconsciously wanted to speak up, but upon encountering Felicity's cold and sharp gaze, he managed to hold back his words and handed the phone to him.

“Mr. Luther, please, listen for yourself.” Gerald snatched the phone and held it close to his ear, listening intently to the report from the other side.

The butler crouched beside the sofa, reaching out to grasp Felicity's wrist, his voice trembling as he said, “Mrs. Luther, Mr. Luther, let's not scare ourselves. Why don't we give Ms. Bailey a call and ask her about the situation?”

Felicity was abruptly jolted back to reality, and her hands trembled as she swiftly reached for her mobile phone resting on the coffee table.

Gerald had already hung up the phone. He quickly grabbed the mobile phone before Felicity could do so, found Bailey's number, and then dialed it. The phone call was from a regional director of the Luther Group, who said that they received secret information that the leader of Tarragon had died from poisoning.

Coincidentally, he also knew that the leader of Tarragon was Artemis, so he made a phone call to the Luther residence. The phone rang for a few seconds before the other party picked up. Bailey's slightly hoarse voice came through the receiver.

“Mom, do you need something?” Before Gerald could speak, Felicity snatched the phone and cried,

“Bay, is Artemis with you right now? Are you two together?”

There was a deathly silence. It took a full half minute before Bailey finally spoke up.

“Mom, I was just about to call you, but you called me first.”

She continued, “Artemis... was poisoned by Soul Reaper, and there's no cure. I've done my best, but he succumbed to the poison half an hour ago.”

“Is he... Is he really gone?”

Felicity murmured through her pain, “Is he truly dead? He... He's really dead?”

Felicity fell silent once again. Gerald staggered back two steps, took several deep breaths, and after suppressing the grief in his heart, took the phone from Felicity's hand.

He knew about the Soul Reaper If Artemis was really poisoned by the Soul Reaper, then the news of his death wouldn't be false.

Now that it had been confirmed by Bailey, there was even less possibility of it being fake. While it was possible for anyone to spread rumors about someone's death while they were still alive, such a scenario would never occur with Bailey. When she said that he was dead, he must be dead.

“Please inform me of what transpired, as I cannot come to terms with the news of my son's death without understanding the circumstances. I must know what happened.” After another long silence, Bailey finally spoke up.

Her voice carried a soft and elusive quality, conveying a deep sense of grief and pain.

“This is how it unfolded: he was already poisoned before leaving Hallsbay. We spent an entire month searching for an antidote, but our efforts were in vain. Dad, now the responsibility of the Luther family and the children falls on you and Mom. Although we cannot fully express our filial piety in your presence, we hope that our children can bring solace to your wounded hearts. If there is an afterlife, we will repay the kindness you both have shown us.”

Upon hearing those words, both Gerald and Felicity were taken aback. The elderly couple could no longer care about their sadness. They scolded Bailey.

“Bay, what nonsense are you talking about? We've already lost Artemis. Do you really want us to lose you too?”

“Yes, the children have already lost their father. They can't lose their mother too. Sweetheart, don't be foolish. Listen to us. Please don't do foolish things, alright?”