Super Mommy and Her Triplets

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When Dean heard Yulissa's words, a glimmer of surprise showed on his face. At the same time, guilt flittered across his eyes.

In all honesty, the Willing Angels Foundation had indeed been good to him.

His salary in the past few years was several times the amount he made outside. On top of that, Bailey paid him out of her pocket.

Alas, everyone possessed a greedy nature deep within.

As he saw many people transferring their money into the charity foundation's account each day, avarice surged within him, and temptation started beckoning him. He couldn't help the urge to reach out and take some for himself.

But once he did that, things spiraled out of his control. He grew greedy and wanted even more.

“Why...”

Just as Dean was about to ask Yulissa why she was taking the blame upon herself by claiming that she was Betty, he went silent with an icy glare from her.

The look in her eyes was exceedingly cold and hard, seemingly saying that not everyone was an ingrate like him. Sheer shame inundated him, and he hung his head, not daring to utter a word further.

Holding her head high, Yulissa stared straight at the crowd of reporters and onlookers below the stage. In a firm voice, she asserted, “I am Betty, the person in charge of Willing Angels Foundation behind the scenes. If you think that I instigated Dean Worrell, have the Department of Justice investigate me. If it's ever proven that I lined my pockets with charity funds, I'll accept all legal sanctions.”

All the reporters exchanged glances.

“Is she really the person in charge of Willing Angels Foundation behind the scenes?”

“No idea. Anyhow, her courage in shouldering the responsibility is commendable. If Betty is some other person, I can only say that the woman is really a coward, afraid to face us but sent a young girl out to take the fall for her. Such behavior would be downright despicable.”

“Justice will always be served. I believe that karma will get the heinous people.”

“Since you've said as much, Ms. Childs, we shall wait for the investigative results from the Department of Justice. If you truly embezzled, you'll undoubtedly be convicted and sentenced.”

Relief suffused Yulissa. Her legs went weak, and she almost fell to her knees. She quickly shot her hand out and clutched onto the podium to steady herself.

I was the one who created this disaster, so I can't let Bailey take the blame. Instead, I should be taking responsibility for this matter.

In the living room of the Luther residence, the Willing Angels Foundation's press conference was being broadcasted live on the gigantic LCD television on the wall.

Bailey lounged on the couch lazily. When she saw Yulissa taking all the blame, she slowly sat upright.

She's too impulsive. Does she think she can help to exonerate me by taking on Betty's identity? It isn't that simple. Since someone is making a move against Willing Angels Foundation, it's evident that the person knows I'm the person in charge behind the scenes. More accurately speaking, I'm the reason behind this disaster befalling the foundation. I've offended too many people that they're going all out to get me. This time, someone is trying to deal me a blow through the foundation's scandal. Now that things have come to this, I've got an idea of the mastermind behind this. Chloe... Ah, how forgetful of me that I forgot all about the mayor's daughter. She loves Artemis and is eager to climb into his bed. Hence, she regards me as a thorn in her flesh and can't wait to eliminate me. The chances of her being the culprit behind this are high. I reckon she used her father's authority and found out that I was the registrant of the Willing Angels Foundation. Well, well, well... I'm really impressed by these women's capabilities. With just a tiny crack, they can take advantage of things.

“You truly invite hatred. Look, about all the women in the world regard you as an enemy.”

As Felicity's voice drifted into her ears, it jolted her out of her thoughts.

Flashing her a sheepish smile, Bailey replied, “Indeed. It's all thanks to your son that I'm now the public enemy of all women in the world. If I'd known, I should've listened to you and given your son the boot. I wouldn't be in such trouble then.”

Felicity snorted before questioning, “You're really the internationally-renowned philanthropist, Betty?”

Surprisingly, Bailey burst out laughing. “How I hope I'm not right now. Look, they're all saying that I pocketed the charity funds for myself.”