Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 973 Something Happens To Simon

“Simon...”

Seeing her in this state, Simon couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter.

She blushed after being teased by him, it was clear that she had never experienced love as she was so naive and pure.

Seeing her blush with annoyance, and about to storm out of the study, Simon quickly reached out to stop her, pulling her into his embrace.

“Alright, enough teasing. Let's get down to business. I've devised a plan to lure Wilbur out of the Rogers castle.

“News just came in from the top detective of Luther Group. They've cast a wide net and have now captured Wilbur.”

Catherine's face lit up with joy, and no longer struggled. She looked up at him and asked, “Really?”

With Wilbur in hand, the lives of her parents and siblings were secured.

To be honest, she was genuinely worried about failing completely, having to watch helplessly as her loved ones died one by one before her eyes in the end.

Now that she had Wilbur, she didn't have to worry about this problem anymore.

When the time comes, she would negotiate with the first branch of the family using Wilbur's life as

leverage. She believed that they would spare them.

Simon pinched his nose and laughed. “How dare I joke about such a matter? It's a matter of life and death for your family.”

“My people will bring Wilbur over in a bit. Let's control him in our hands, and negotiate with the first branch of the family tomorrow.”

Tears welled up in Catherine's eyes. “Simon, thank you.”

Simon raised an eyebrow. His expression was a playful mix of amusement and seriousness. “Verbal gratitude is worthless,” he said. “You need to show your thanks through actions.”

Her charming face flushed red, and she abruptly pushed him away. “Can't you be serious when we're in such a dangerous situation?”

Simon found it somewhat amusing. “I meant for you to kiss me again. Where did your mind wander off to?”

Catherine was a little stunned.

Yeah, what kind of jumbled thoughts have I been having?

Simon suddenly leaned in close to her, asking in a deep, resonant voice, “You are the one with the dirty mind. Usually, those who think that way are desperate for something, or else...”

Catherine swung her hand fiercely.

In an instant, a faint fragrance wafted towards him. Simon inwardly cursed, and instinctively wanted to dodge.

But it was still a step too late. As soon as the fragrance entered his body, it immediately took effect.

Every ounce of strength was drained from his body, causing him to collapse into the sofa.

“You...”

Simon, you need to rest. Get some sleep. Don't wear yourself out.

All the words were swallowed back after lingering around her lips.

She used a sedative fragrance on him, not out of anger or embarrassment, but simply because she cared for him. He was too tired and needed rest.

Simon felt a warm and sweet sensation in his heart, as if it was filled with honey. Gradually, he gave up resisting, succumbing to the wave of sleepiness that washed over him. Before long, he drifted off to sleep.

With a tender demeanor, Catherine strolled over to the sofa, bent down and planted a kiss on his forehead. Then, she turned around and walked out of the study.

Half an hour later, a few individuals dressed in black discreetly handed Wilbur over to her. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She ordered her subordinates to lock him in the dungeon, planning to negotiate with Broderick the next morning.

After all was done, she made another trip to the main house.

Inside the study.

Looking at Joseph seated on the sofa, Catherine said with a nod, “Father, I am no match for Uncle Broderick. I can't compete with him.

“Half an hour ago, I took control of Wilbur. I am preparing to negotiate with the first branch of the family tomorrow.

If Uncle Broderick agrees to let us go, you, Mommy, and Harvey should come with me to Hallsbay.”

Joseph's head hung low, a glint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

If it weren't for her last shred of usefulness, he would want to kill her right now.

“Cath, are we really going to hand over the position of head of the family to those ambitious ones? The Rogers family won't last long in their hands, and when that time comes, we'll be the ones blamed for the family's downfall.”

Catherine slowly knelt on the ground, choking back tears. “I know you can't bear to leave this home, but our lives are more important.”

Joseph clenched his fists, suppressing the rage within him.

“Alright then. Since you've decided to do this, I'll support you.”

A smile appeared on Catherine's face, just as he was about to speak, Oswald walked in from outside suddenly.

“Oh, Oswald, how did you end up here? Didn't I ask you to keep an eye on the dungeon?”

Oswald ignored her and walked straight to Joseph. He respectfully said, “Mr. Joseph, Wilbur and that kid Lester have already been locked in the secret chamber of the main house.”

A hint of surprise flashed across Catherine's eyes.

She was not foolish, so how could she not see the current situation.

Clearly, Oswald had defected and sided with her father.

Is this really necessary?

Does it make a difference to whom he serves?

“Oswald, what... what do you mean by this?”

Before Oswald could speak, Joseph slowly rose from the sofa.

He paced over to Catherine, then abruptly raised his arm and slapped her hard across the face.

No one knew how much force he used in that slap, but Catherine was actually thrown to the ground by it.

“You rebellious girl, over the years, I have gone against the crowd, solely to support your rise to power. It can be said that I have placed great expectations on you.

“Well, look at you, giving up such immense power as if it's nothing. Who do you think you are that you can make decisions for me?”

Catherine's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at her father. Her voice trembled as she asked, “So, your compliance earlier was a lie? You had Oswald send Wilbur over because you wanted to fight my uncle to the death?

“Father, you should know that Uncle Broderick is blinded by greed. He could even sacrifice his own son at a critical moment.

“So he'll never agree to surrender even if you force him to that. Listen to me, let's use Wilbur as a bargaining chip to secure a way out. Isn't it better to prioritize our survival?”

A cold light flashed in Joseph's eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, “It's better to die a glorious death rather than living a life of cowardice.”

“My dear daughter, I know you fancy that young man, Lester. So, I've asked Oswald to invite him over to the main house.

“His life and death are now in your hands. If you behave obediently, he won't be in any danger.

“If you don't behave yourself, he will be the first one to die, and there is no doubt about it. He's the one who incited you to run away, and for that, he deserves to be killed.”

With a gentle pace, Catherine slowly rose from the ground, her eyes blurred with tears as she looked at Joseph and asked, “What do you want me to do?”

“It's simple. Keep attacking your uncle's family, throw all your forces into it, and inflict heavy damage on them.”

Catherine's eyes reddened, and she yelled at him, “Those are precious human lives we're talking about.”

“I don't care. Either you severely injure your uncle, or I'll deliver you a corpse.”

After he finished speaking, he shouted towards the outside, “Slaughter that brat, Lester...”

“No!” Catherine roared, and interrupted him, “I promise you. I will do it. Don't touch Lester. Don't touch him.”

That's Simon we're talking about.

How could I just stand by and watch him die?

Seeing her compromise, Joseph smiled in satisfaction. “Then let's take action tonight. By tomorrow morning, I want to see a scene of your uncle's family being heavily attacked. Otherwise, your lover will undoubtedly die.”

...

A manor in the countryside.

Juliana's blood had already drained and was soaked in the medicinal solution.

Bailey stepped out of the laboratory and said to Zeke, “She can receive a blood transfusion in two hours.”

As her words fell, she scanned the surroundings, not seeing Artemis. She asked, “Where is my man?”

Zeke said in a deep voice, “Something has happened to Simon.”