Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 923 Killed The Wrong Person

I'm sorry. Verily, I'm sorry. I was the one who provoked you and ensnared you in the web of love. But in the end, I pushed you away and broke your heart.

As Juliana thought about it, she slowly dropped into a crouch and began to cry quietly, hugging her knees while squatting on the ground.

Zeke halted in his steps, his sharp eyebrows furrowing slightly.

He found himself at a loss for words.

Why is she crying so sorrowfully? I didn't say I don't want her anymore. Aren't I going back to figure out another way to marry her? Does she really think I'd abandon her?

After pausing for a few seconds, he resumed his stride and continued forward once more.

He was afraid he might harden his heart and forcibly take her back to Hallsbay if he were to listen any longer.

After taking a few steps, he reached into his pocket. Pulling out his phone, he sent a text message to Bailey.

It read: Come to the door to comfort your sister-in-law. Let her do whatever she wants. I don't believe I can't marry her once she becomes the head of the Hoffman family.

Upon receiving the text message, Bailey could not help but raise a brow.

Zeke truly lives up to his reputation as a top international tycoon. Just look at his attitude. He completely disregards the rules. Indeed, if he forcefully marries Juliana, who would dare offer a single objection? Whoever dares to protest would be silenced. The world's largest medical family isn't to be taken lightly. Present-day medical technology has reached its pinnacle, and the demand for modern medicine is immense worldwide. The Shurmer family, in control of over sixty percent of the global pharmaceutical market, is an entity no country dares to provoke. Just think about it. If anyone crosses the Shurmer family, and the Shurmer family cuts off the supply of modern medicine, then a country's entire healthcare system would collapse thoroughly. Such damage is unbearable for any party. If a day comes when Zeke pressures the leaders of the various countries to coerce the Hoffman family into a marriage alliance with the Shurmer family, would they be able to refuse? And is the Hoffman family capable of resisting? Hmm, now that I think about it, I'm no longer worried about him not being able to marry his love. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

In the guest room late at night, Aisley quickly asked upon seeing the housekeeper slip in through the door that was opened a crack, “What's your progress with the task I assigned you?”

The housekeeper lowered her head slightly, a peculiar glimmer flittering across her eyes.

“I-It's Catherine watching over the little girl tonight, Ms. Lockett. However, she just left the sick bay.”

Catherine had a habit of going to the garden to pick flowers late at night, usually for about half an hour.

“If you're planning to make a move on that little girl, now would be the best time.”

Aisley slowly clenched her fists, a sinister smile spreading across her face.

During the day, she went to plead with Simon, begging him to stay in Moranta.

However, the man turned her down outright without even thinking about it.

He also mentioned his plans to go to Gregan with Catherine. They would depart in three days. At the moment, nothing was more important than saving his daughter's life.

Hah! The life of that illegitimate child is crucial, but is my life not worth anything? I was in a relationship with him for three years. How could he be so heartless, leaving me here to bear the wrath of the royal family alone? Since he isn't allowing me to live, none of them shall it easy!

“What are you still doing here? Hurry up and kill that illegitimate child!”

The housekeeper trembled all over, her eyes flickering evasively.

“I-I don't dare, Ms. Lockett. I don't have the nerve to kill someone. M-Maybe you should do it instead.”

On the heels of that, a crisp slap split the air.

Aisley raised an arm and slapped her hard across the face.

“How useless! Can't you even manage to kill someone? What use are you to me, then?”

The housekeeper's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground.

“I-I dare not, Ms. Lockett. I'm really too scared to do it. If you force me to act, not only will I fail to complete the task but also expose myself.”

With a powerful kick, Aisley sent her flying several meters away.

The housekeeper remained sprawled on the ground. She trembled uncontrollably with fear, not daring to utter a single word.

Irritated, Aisley cursed her out again before striding toward the door.

I no longer have time to waste. If I don't kill that illegitimate child, I'd only be able to watch helplessly as Simon and Catherine leave Moranta. At that time, I'd have no chance at all. Most importantly, I'd meet a miserable end without anyone backing me up. Neither the Lockett family nor the royal family would let me off the hook!

With that thought in mind, she quickened her pace and swiftly slipped out of the room.

After she had left, the housekeeper who was paralyzed on the ground shakily got up.

Then, with trembling hands, she fumbled for her phone. Finding a string of numbers, she sent a text message over.

It read: I’ve done as you instructed. She just slipped out of the room and is heading to the sick bay.

Five minutes later, Aisley arrived at the sick bay unobstructed.

She skillfully avoided the few doctors on duty that she encountered on her way, thinking that it was all thanks to her agility that she successfully made her way to the door of the sick bay.

Little did she know that a trap was awaiting her.

After she had quietly slipped into the sick bay, she could faintly make out a small figure lying on the bed under the illumination of the dim light.

It was a private infirmary, so she didn't give it much thought, assuming that the girl on the bed was Catherine's daughter.

Once she reached the side of the bed, she reached out and clapped her hand over the figure's mouth and nose.

The room was dimly lit, and it was solely thanks to the refracted light from the street lamps outside that she could vaguely perceive some blurred silhouettes.

When Aisley had covered the figure's mouth and nose, she vaguely sensed something amiss.

The figure lying on the bed had a crew cut.

She had seen Catherine's daughter before, and the little girl had long hair, wholly different from the person in front of her then.

Once she came to that realization, she grew anxious and tense.

Could it be that I entered the wrong room and killed the wrong person? N-No, that can't be it. That can't be the case. The housekeeper clearly told me it was this sick bay. There's no way I could've entered the wrong room.

As the panic within her intensified, a tremendous force suddenly hit her in the chest.

She vaguely made out a leg landing on her before she was sent flying.

After staggering back several steps in succession, she stumbled and fell to the ground.

Click! Click! Click!

A few crisp clicks rang out in the room, and all the lights in the room were turned on.

Subsequently, Aisley heard a flurry of hurried footsteps. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw several figures rushing in.

She had been discovered.

Following that realization, she began to tremble uncontrollably.

Once she had adapted to the bright lights in the room, she instinctively looked toward the door.

As soon as she looked up, Simon's incredibly handsome yet grim face entered her line of sight.

“S-Simon, I-I... Things isn't what as it seems. Listen to me, and let me explain. I can explain.”

On the bed, Zayron casually rolled over and got out of bed. He could not help but sneer, “Explain? How are you going to explain? You almost smothered me to death, you know? Do you know who I am? I'm the heir of the Saviors, and I'll even be inheriting Tarragon in the future. If you'd kill me, you'd die a horrible death!”

Panicked, Aisley was not as sharp as usual and blurted, “It wasn't you I wanted to kill, but Catherine's daughter. Don't misunderstand. Please don't mis...”

Right after she had said that, her words came to an abrupt halt.