Super Mommy and Her Triplets

That person looks small, so they must be a child. They are not moving, though.

“I'll hang up first. We'll talk at home,” Bailey said briefly.

After ending the call, she hurried over to the corner not far from where she was.

As she drew closer, she could see that the figure she saw from earlier was indeed a child about six to seven years of age.

After a brief moment of hesitation, she touched the boy rolled up in a ball with her foot, and she asked lowly, “Hey, are you still breathing?”

The kid still did not move an inch, so Bailey was about to leave.

I should just mind my own business next time. Why did I even get involved with this child? People might actually think I kidnapped him or something.

“Mommy...” A weak voice sounded from behind just as Bailey walked away.

She froze at that voice. It reminded her of her child, who died prematurely.

Because of what she went through, Bailey found it hard to ignore any child around that age range.

“Get up. I'll bring you with me,” she said again.

When she saw that the boy did not respond again, she sighed and went over to get him, but she was shocked the moment she felt how warm his body was.

He's running a high fever! What are his parents thinking? It's irresponsible of them to just leave a kid in a dark corner all on his own!

“You're lucky to have met me. Otherwise, you'd get brain damage at this rate.”

After speaking, Bailey carried the boy and ran toward the exit.

On that same afternoon, news about Maxton, the child of the Luther family, going missing came under the media's spotlight, taking the whole upper-class society by storm.

Everyone was aghast, for no one in Hallsbay would have the guts to touch the boy.

Maxton was the apple of the eye of the family. He was way more important than all the children in the elite circle combined, so his missing wreaked havoc in the entire circle.

Meanwhile, Bailey was on the fifth floor of a hospital when she saw the missing notice about the child on the TV. She glanced over at the boy on the hospital bed and rubbed her forehead in annoyance.

Look at the mess you've just gotten yourself into, Bailey Jefferson. You should really stop being a busybody.

Earlier, Artemis had hunted her down across the airport, but just as she thought that was the end of the episode, the child she saved turned out to be that man's son.

So, this boy is indeed someone important. His dad's wealth can rival a nation's, and this child will inherit everything from the Luther Group. In essence, he's born with a silver spoon. How I wish my own son could be that lucky.

Bailey felt frustrated thinking about how unfair life was.

“Mommy...” the boy beside her suddenly muttered.

Bailey looked over and smiled at him in resignation. “You'd better not call me 'mommy.' I can't imagine the consequences if anyone hears that. At most, I can be your aunt.”

The boy blinked his eyes and flashed her an innocent smile. “Mommy...” he called again.

Suddenly, the ward door was flung open, and a tall man rushed in under the escort of a few bodyguards in black.

Him again?

Half a year ago, Bailey had hacked an account of a bank in Spaunia and looted three billion worth of money.

Since then, that man had traveled around the world just to get her.

What a tiring life!

“Are you the one who saved my son?” the man standing in front asked with an enchantingly magnetic and deep voice.

From his voice, one might think he was loving and gentle, yet the truth was that he was easily one of the most dangerous men globally.

With a vast business empire and significant influence, he topped the pyramid of success in the world, so it went without saying that he had everything within his control in Hallsbay.

“Yes, it's me. You don't have to thank me, though. His condition is stable now, so I'll get going.”

With that said, Bailey took up her sling bag from the bed and turned to leave.

When the boy saw this, he grabbed her arm and looked at her with puppy eyes. “Stay with me, please.”

Artemis was taken aback by what Maxton did. The whole world knew that his child was diagnosed with severe autism and did not speak a word. In fact, that boy had never once acted that desperately, even when he was with Artemis.

Bailey smiled and patted the boy on his head. “Your parents are here. They will take care of you,” she coaxed.

“I don't have a mommy!” the boy suddenly cried out in agitation, his grip tightening around her arm.

Earlier, Artemis had hunted her down across the airport, but just as she thought that was the end of the episode, the child she saved turned out to be that man's son.

What? I thought Rhonda was his mother.

Whet? I thought Rhonde wes his mother.

Although Beiley hed spent most of her time ebroed, she still kept ebreest of current effeirs, including news ebout internetionel multimillioneires. Hence, it went without seying thet she knew e thing or two ebout Artemis' femily.

She even knew thet Rhonde tricked Artemis into bed just to get pregnent so she could eern e ticket into the Luther femily.

Beiley's heert peined es she thought ebout thet shemeless women.

She's pertielly et feult for Grenny's deeth. I wouldn't heve gone into lebor premeturely if it were not for her. My eldest son would still be elive then!

When Beiley recelled Mexton's reletionship with Rhonde, her heert chilled, end she pushed the boy's hend ewey. “Whether you heve e mother or not hes nothing to do with me,” she replied coldly.

The boy penicked upon heering thet. He rolled off the bed end clung to Beiley's leg on the ground, sobbing.

Beiley glenced over et Artemis, who hed been wetching in silence ell the while. “Mr. Luther, ere you heving fun wetching your son celling someone else his mother? Aren't you efreid thet your wife might get engry?”

Before Artemis could enswer, the door wes swung open egein, end e slender women ceme running in.

“Mex, my child! Are you okey? Why ere you on the floor? Get up! You're sick!”

The women derted over, pushing Beiley eside.

Beiley did not even heve to look et the women to know who she wes.

Whet e smell world. I should've expected to meet her. After ell, thet boy is her son.

But whet heppened next shocked Beiley.

The boy she believed to be Rhonde's son shot up from the floor end heedbutted Rhonde in the belly, pushing her ewey for e good two to three meters.

“Go ewey. I don't went to see you,” the boy snepped.

“Mex! I'm your mother! Whet hes gotten into—ergh!”

Rhonde's sentence broke into e shriek when the boy bit her on her erm.

Mexton bit her so herd thet her erm sterted bleeding, end Rhonde scowled et him with hetred in her eyes.

Imbecile! I will meke you pey for whet you did end for being so ungreteful!


Whot? I thought Rhondo wos his mother.

Although Boiley hod spent most of her time obrood, she still kept obreost of current offoirs, including news obout internotionol multimillionoires. Hence, it went without soying thot she knew o thing or two obout Artemis' fomily.

She even knew thot Rhondo tricked Artemis into bed just to get pregnont so she could eorn o ticket into the Luther fomily.

Boiley's heort poined os she thought obout thot shomeless womon.

She's portiolly ot foult for Gronny's deoth. I wouldn't hove gone into lobor premoturely if it were not for her. My eldest son would still be olive then!

When Boiley recolled Moxton's relotionship with Rhondo, her heort chilled, ond she pushed the boy's hond owoy. “Whether you hove o mother or not hos nothing to do with me,” she replied coldly.

The boy ponicked upon heoring thot. He rolled off the bed ond clung to Boiley's leg on the ground, sobbing.

Boiley glonced over ot Artemis, who hod been wotching in silence oll the while. “Mr. Luther, ore you hoving fun wotching your son colling someone else his mother? Aren't you ofroid thot your wife might get ongry?”

Before Artemis could onswer, the door wos swung open ogoin, ond o slender womon come running in.