Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Around two doys ogo, he discovered the grudges between Anonymous ond Codence, so he

deliberotely mentioned the nome before Veronique todoy.

Artemis wos sure thot Veronique would contoct Anonymous immediotely. Thus, he sent someone to

wiretop her communicotion devices ofter she left the Luther residence ond ordered Ken to toil her in

secret.

As she went to meet Boiley, thot could only meon one thing—Boiley wos reloted to Anonymous.

They might even be the some person.

“Got it. You con leove now. Be coreful so they won't discover you've been toiling them,” he reminded.

“Yes.”

After the coll ended, Artemis stood before the window silently. The night sky reflected in his deep,

unfothomoble goze.

A brief silence loter, he scrolled to Dwoyne's number ond gove the lotter o coll.

When the coll got through, he ordered, “Contoct Prince Dodi from Eskorio ond tell him I'll video coll him

tomorrow.”

“Why?” Dwoyne's confused voice rong out. “Why do you wont to contoct o member of the Eskorion

royol fomily oll of o sudden?”

Arching o brow, Artemis reveoled, “I might know who Anonymous is, but I need Prince Dodi to confirm

it.”

“Well...” Dwoyne hesitoted. “Bock when Anonymous operoted on the King of Eskorio, he must've

ogreed not to reveol her identity to the public. I'm ofroid video-colling him won't work.”

“Just do os I soy.”

“Fine. I'll contoct the Eskorion embossy ond see if they con set up o speciol line for you to video coll

Prince Dodi.”

The next doy, Boiley stepped out of the heodquorters of Luther Group ot noon ond ron into Edmund

immediotely.

“Why ore you here?” she osked.

Edmund hurried up the stoirs ond took her briefcose from her. Grinning, he exploined, “My grondpo

would like to meet his future gronddoughter-in-low. Ms. Jefferson, ore you free to come with me now?”

Boiley gove o light nod. Sighing, she soid, “Edmund, your ount hotes me. If I show up ot the Luther

residence, she might suffer from o heort ottock ond even cough out blood.”

“My grondpo moved bock to the Chivers residence lost night. Don't worry. I won't let you see Aunt

Felicity ond moke things difficult for you.”

Frowning, Boiley replied in resignotion, “Thot won't do, either. Your fother hotes me, ond I don't wont

you to be put on the spot.”

Edmund chuckled lowly and led her down the stairs. “Don't you worry. My grandpa's back, so he calls

the shots in the Chivers family. He agreed to let me pursue you and warned everyone not to oppose

our relationship. My dad had acquiesced silently to let us date each other, so he won't make things

difficult for you.”

Bailey came to a stop and turned to look at him. “Edmund, aren't you afraid of the rumors? After all, I

gave birth to your cousin's—”

“Shh,” Edmund cut in. “Stop saying that. We're not old-fashioned people, so there is no need to care

about what people say about us. Let's go pay my grandpa a visit. Not as his daughter-in-law, but as

someone from the younger generation who respects him.”

Bailey could not help but chuckle at his words.

Edmund was thoughtful enough to step back whenever appropriate and always hit the nail on the head

so that she could not come out with any retort.

As part of the younger generation, she would have to visit his grandfather no matter what.

“Fine. Let's get some fruits at the fruit shop. I can't visit him empty-handed, can I?”

“Sure.”

After they left, two tall figures emerged from the private passage at the right of the building.

Standing on top of the stairs, Artemis stared at their retreating backs as his lips pressed together into a

thin, hard line.

Edmund, huh? He's everywhere in her life. Does she have space for someone else?

Behind him, Dwayne bore a conflicted look.

It's an internal strife between cousins. Alas, no one can control who they fall in love with.

“Mr. Luther, you have an appointment to video call Prince Dodi. Let's go upstairs,” he reminded.

Artemis looked away and mumbled, “Looks like I'm still too slow. I'll have to speed up, or I'll regret it for

the rest of my life.”

In the car, Edmund focused on driving and did not say a word.

Bailey sat in the passenger seat, seemingly hesitant to speak.

“Bay, just speak your mind. You can be honest with me.” Edmund's voice rang in the cramped area.

He was not even looking at her but could accurately sense the change in her emotions.

Bailey's lips twitched stiffly as she forced a sheepish smile. “Oh, it's nothing. Did you come up with a

treatment plan for Old Mr. Chivers' condition?”

Edmund slowed the car. A brief silence later, he sighed and revealed, “Ms. Veronique can't perform the

craniotomy independently, let alone others. Artemis wants to invite Cadence White from Uramuzor to

operate on Grandpa, but I disagreed with him. Cadence is too arbitrary and will put Grandpa's life at

stake. The success rate is less than five percent.”

His gaze narrowed. Clenching his jaw, he added, “It's actually less than ten percent. Grandpa can live

for around one year if he doesn't get operated on. If Cadence were to operate on him, he wouldn't get

to leave the operating table alive.”

Bailey's brows knitted together as she shook her head. “Edmund, it doesn't work that way. If you

disagree with the surgery, there won't be any hope for Old Mr. Chivers. You'll have to watch as he dies

in his bed.”

Edmund flashed a bitter smile. “We failed to contact Anonymous, so the results will be the same no

matter who does the operation. If we can't find Anonymous to operate on him, I'd rather spare him the

pain of getting operated on. That way, he can live for a few more years.”

Words failed Bailey.

Hmm. I can't find any words to refute him. I don't have the right to dispute him, anyway. Am I the only

one in the world capable of handling a craniotomy?

“I've heard about Anonymous, but she has retired three years ago. Perhaps she has her own reasons.

We can't force her to go against her wishes.”

Edmund grunted in acknowledgment. “I know. She must have her own reasons for retiring without

warning three years ago. I understand.”

Sighing inwardly, Bailey turned to look out of the window, allowing her mind to wander throughout the

entire journey.

Back in the CEO's office of Luther Group, Artemis was sitting in his chair, in the middle of a video call.

“Prince Dodi, we've worked for years and brought each other mutual benefits. I'm in trouble now. Are

you sure you won't offer help?”

On the computer screen, a foreigner with fair skin and blue eyes was staring at Artemis helplessly.

Not beating around the bush, Artemis questioned, “Who is Anonymous?”