Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 775 The Cells Are Poisoned

Shaun's pupils contracted sharply, and his hawk-like eyes shot forth a chilling, bloodthirsty gleam.

“Speak.”

“He's a young man rescued by the leader of the Saviors from Radford five years ago. Although they concealed all

traces back then, they left some subtle clues. I mobilized all our resources and managed to find this information.”

With that said, the bodyguard dressed in black handed the photo he was holding to Shaun. Shaun lowered his gaze

and looked at the photo. With just one glance, his body began to tremble violently.

“It's that illegitimate child! It really is him! He didn't die. He's actually still alive! How is that possible? The fire back

then had clearly burned him to ashes. How could he still be alive?”

The more Shaun spoke, the more agitated he became, and finally, he tried to sit up by propping himself against the

bedboard.

The black-clad bodyguard quickly reached out and pressed down on Shaun's shoulder, nodding and saying, “If you

want to take revenge for yourself, you must first nurse yourself back to health.”

With a loud slap, Shaun raised his arm, slapped the bodyguard hard across the face, and yelled, “Nurse myself back

to health? I'm already completely disabled! How am I supposed to nurse myself back to health? What kind of foolish

dreams are you having? Or are you just here to laugh at my misery?”

“Mr. Carter, my life belongs to you. I would never defy you,” the bodyguard in a black outfit said respectfully as he

quickly knelt on one knee. Shaun lay on the bed like a dead fish, murmuring incessantly as if possessed.

“It's him. It has to be him. It's definitely him. Only he would harbor such hatred for me. Only he would dare to let a

mastiff attack me and make me disabled. Back then, he came to my territory and managed to escape cunningly.

That illegitimate child! He deserves to die! He deserves to die!”

At the end of his sentence, Shaun began to pound the bedboard furiously, raging angrily, and a strong aura of

hostility permeated the entire room. Outside the ward, Tucker stood in the corridor, listening to the roaring sounds

from inside. The corner of his lips curled slightly into a smile.

This is truly a great opportunity. I just need Bailey to get involved. All obstacles will be cleared entirely once she's no

longer alive. The Hoffman family will become the world's most prominent family, standing above everyone,

overlooking everything.

Inside the laboratory of Tarragon Headquarters, Cameron was concocting poison in the utensils. When he saw

Bailey walking in from outside, he could not help but sneer.

“What's the matter? Had enough of being cheesy, so you finally decided to come out and show your face?”

Cameron asked. Hearing that, Bailey could not help but chuckle.

She teased, “If I were you, I wouldn't make myself so miserable. Why are you clinging to me like a leech? I can't

give you any response anyway. I also have to constantly endure Artemis' detestable face, which is quite

uncomfortable. So, I advise you to leave as soon as possible. Stop following me. I don't need your protection

because my poison-crafting skills are not much worse than yours.”

However, Cameron pretended not to hear and strode toward the door. He knew that if he exchanged a few more

words with Bailey, she would anger him to his death.

When Bailey saw that Cameron was about to leave, she quickly reached out, grabbed the latter's arm, and said, “All

right, all right. I won't say it anymore, okay? If you want to follow, then just follow. I can't stop you, either. But don't

leave just yet. I have something to ask you.”

“You only come to me when you need help. I'm already used to it. So, tell me, what kind of poison do you want me

to help you refine this time?”

Cameron snorted coldly after hearing what Bailey said. Hearing that, Bailey glared at him and scolded, “All you talk

about is poison-crafting! Can the poison be ingested? What am I supposed to do with so much of it?”

“Well, you'll have to ask yourself that,” Cameron responded.

Bailey kicked him, composed herself, and asked seriously, “Let's get to the point. No more jokes. I want to ask you if

a man is poisoned by Soul Reaper, will his sperm also contain the toxin?”

Cameron was taken aback upon hearing her question. He probably did not expect Bailey to ask that.

However, Cameron was still Cameron. With a slight change of mind, he understood what she meant and said

solemnly, “Don't get any strange ideas. Until the toxins in his body are completely eliminated, it's best not to think

about having a child. Let me tell you, that's reckless, okay?”

Suddenly, Bailey's gaze turned cold.

So, he's saying that the sperm contains toxins?

“Do you mean it's poisonous?” she asked again. Cameron glared at Bailey and reprimanded, “A fetus is formed by

the combination of the parents' cells and blood. After Artemis is poisoned by the Soul Reaper, he becomes a

poisoned vessel. Do you think his cells can remain free from toxins? You should be able to figure out such a simple

question on your own. Do you really need me to explain it?”

Hearing that, Bailey's expression darkened.

It's poisonous. Then...

Seeing that she was somewhat sad, Cameron aggravated his tone and spoke sternly, “You'd better remember what

I said well. Don't use the child as a tool for your own ends. It will be excruciating when the time comes. You won't

want to abort, but you won't be able to keep it either. The feeling alone is not very pleasant. So don't take

unnecessary risks.”

“It's a good thing I came to ask you. Otherwise, I would have made a huge mistake. Don't worry. I'm not that foolish

to risk getting pregnant,”

Bailey replied with a smile as she took a deep breath and suppressed her emotions. Having said that, she turned

around and walked outside.

Upon learning that there might be toxins in the cells and blood, she no longer held any expectations of getting

pregnant. She even silently prayed, hoping that her nausea was just something normal and that she was not

pregnant.

Otherwise, it would be really difficult to handle. In the living room of the Xuereb residence at Hallsbay, for the

umpteenth time, Scarlett held Olivia's hand and asked when Justin would marry her. However, Olivia could not give

her an answer.

Ever since she found out that there was a chance Veronique would recover, Olivia did not know how to handle the

situation. If Veronique really survived, Justin would not marry Scarlett. Even if Scarlett were pregnant with the child

of the Xuereb family, he would disregard it.

“Mrs. Xuereb, my belly is getting bigger day by day, and everyone is waiting for Justin to announce our marriage.

According to the timeline, that woman should have passed away by now, right? Why haven't we heard any news of

her passing?” Scarlett asked.

Olivia avoided her gaze and vaguely replied, “His medical base is equipped with the world's most advanced

equipment and medicine. It's not surprising that she's been hanging in there for a while. Don't worry. That woman

will die sooner or later. It's just a matter of time. We've been waiting for so long. A few more days won't make a

difference.”

Nevertheless, Scarlett always felt that Olivia was hiding something from her. Scarlett received news that her father,

Sloan, had fallen into a coma, and there was a high possibility that he might become a vegetative state. If Sloan

really stepped down, she would lose the support she relied on.

She would then be worthless to Olivia. If Olivia stopped helping Scarlett by then, the latter feared she would have to

leave with her Illegitimate child and become a laughingstock in upper-class society.

Since it was so hard for Veronique to die, Scarlett might as well help the former out and send her to heaven sooner.

Scarlett was determined to force Justin to marry her before the public announcement of Sloan's condition.

With the status of Mrs. Xuereb, even if she became worthless to Olivia, Scarlett would not have to worry about

being kicked out.

“Mrs. Xuereb, how about we give her a little push, and let her breathe her last tonight? She has lived long enough,

it's time for her to move on.”