Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Micah froze mid-stride.

He didn't bother turning his head to address Yvonne and uttered stonily, “You have miscalculated. Even without you, Shannon wouldn't be dead because...”

He didn't complete his sentence as he feared that his rash words would accelerate Shannon's demise.

“Never mind. On the account of the debt I owe your father, you're safe for the time being. Nonetheless, you'd best pray that you've never done anything to hurt Shannon, as I will make sure anyone who does so pays dearly for it with their life. Your father's kindness wouldn't even save you from that.”

Yvette clenched her fists tightly as she glared daggers at the departing figure of Micah.

Since you aren't willing to relent, Micah, I guess it's time for the elders to exert some pressure on you. I hope you remain as cool-headed and implacable as you are now once Shannon undergoes her punishment.

In the guest room of a resort, Raymond's eyes narrowed as he looked at Holden, who was sitting on the couch opposite him. “It was you, after all. You're the bodyguard who bewitched Wendy into falling in love with you, only to use her to steal the family's secrets.”

Holden raised his brows and intoned, “My apologies. I suffered memory loss and have no recollection of the past. Let's let bygones be bygones, as there's no point wasting time bringing up matters I simply don't remember. Just cut to the chase and state your conditions, will you?”

Raymond's weathered face dropped, and anger overtook his expression. “How dare the vice president of Tarragon not admit to his mistakes because of cowardice? What's the point of this discussion since you seem so insincere? You may take your leave now.”

It was evident that Raymond thought he was feigning memory loss.

Holden sighed and broke into laughter. “How could you doubt my sincerity when I've come all the way here just as you instructed? What exactly do you want in order to release Shannon?”

Raymond was about to retort when a middle-aged man beside him whispered in his ear, “Let him be. As long as we get what we want from him, he can continue with his act as he pleases.”

Raymond swallowed his words and tapped his tongue on the back of his teeth as he sank into contemplation. After a while, he voiced dourly, “All right. I won't badger you any further since you don't have the guts to admit it. That wretch Wendy must have been blind to have fallen in love with a weakling like you. I'll rescue that worthless Shannon only if you spit out everything you've coveted from us, such as the control over Zaewora. In addition, withdraw the forces of Tarragon from the regions occupied by the Hoffman family and swear that you'll never intrude on our territory again.”

A look of hesitation graced Holden's features. He could agree to the first condition as he had obtained approval from Tarragon's leader.

Yet the second condition was not that simple.

If Tarragon were to withdraw from Adrune, didn't this signify that they were yielding to the Hoffman family?

Their two forces had been stuck in a stalemate at Adrune for so many years. If he were to agree to the condition now, Tarragon would suffer an insurmountable loss.

“Seems like you're not determined enough to save your son, Mr. Lewitt. Since you can't seem to make up your mind, we'll end our discussion now. We'll reconvene once you've decided on an answer.”

A vicious look flashed past Raymond's face as he added, “I can't assure you that your son will be safe and sound for the next few days. Perhaps there might be a few broken fingers or toes, so I'd suggest that you choose quickly. It'd be such a pity for such an adorable child to have a few flaws.”

A grimace descended upon Holden's handsome face while his malicious glare focused on Raymond. “Is there no room for discussion regarding the second condition?”

Raymond shook his head resolutely and smiled cruelly. “You of all people should be aware that the Hoffman family never trades at a loss. If your son were born to another family, he would be worthless. Fortunately, he'd been born as the son of Wendy and the glorified leader of Tarragon. Naturally, I'd make good use of him since he's so valuable now.”

Holden pursed his lips and, after a moment's silence, said, “Give me a day, and I'll get back to you with a satisfactory answer. But I'd like to request that you let me see my son before that.”