Super Mommy and Her Triplets

At the Revelle residence, Veronique struggled to sit up in her bed when Bailey walked into the infirmary.

“Stay still,” Bailey said as she strode over to push Veronique back to the bed.

Veronique held her arm and asked worriedly, “Are you injured? I should have come to see you, but my body wouldn't let me. You've only rested for a few days. Why did you leave home so soon?”

“I'm fine,” reassured Bailey as she sat on the edge of the bed. “I took some medication that I prescribed for myself, so everything's okay now, but the development of the anti-cancer drug for you has been delayed. How are you feeling? Are you experiencing any discomfort?”

Veronique shook her head and reached out to take her wrist, checking her pulse.

A while later, she heaved a sigh of relief. “Your pulse is stable, and your body seems fine. That's a relief.”

“You don't have to worry. After all, I'm the famous doctor, Anonymous. Of course I'll take good care of myself. By the way, why did you move back to the Revelle residence? I went to Justin's medical base but didn't find you there.”

A bitter smile spread across Veronique's lips. A while later, she revealed what had happened back at the Xuereb family to Bailey.

Bailey arched a brow and sneered, “I can't believe Mrs. Xuereb is this foolish. Rather than accepting her daughter-in-law and grandson, she's pressuring her son to marry someone he doesn't love. However, you and Justin are legally wed, so no matter what she does, it won't change the fact that you're married.”

Veronique let out a helpless sigh and said slowly, “The Xuereb family's butler sent me a text asking me to give up on Justin. Apparently, Mrs. Xuereb has started a hunger strike and hasn't eaten for a day. She's using it as a way to pressure Justin to comply with her wishes. Bay, I'm grateful that you're here. Could you please help me with the divorce procedures at the City Hall?”

“Divorce? You're divorcing Justin?” Bailey narrowed her eyes, disapproval flashing across her face. “Are you giving up that easily? This isn't the Veronique I know. You never gave up on finding a treatment for Zephyr's condition. So why are you giving up on your husband so easily?”

Veronique chuckled and shook her head. A bitter look appeared on her face as she explained, “Bay, you're a doctor, so let's analyze it from a rational point of view. I'm going to die soon. There might be a miracle, but the chances are slim. I don't want to cling to him shamelessly when I'm seriously ill.”

“But—”

“Furthermore, if Justin's uncle ends up in jail and his mother dies of starvation because of me, do you honestly think that we can still live together peacefully and make our marriage last forever?”

I want Justin to spend my last days with me, but can I be this selfish? If I'm the reason Mrs. Xuereb dies, her death will always be a thorn in our relationship. I'd rather cherish our fond memories together than cling to a painful future.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I've been contemplating this since I returned. I've made a decision. I was going to ask Yvonne to handle the proceedings at the City Hall, but as the princess consort of the royal family of Adrune, it wouldn't be appropriate for her to be seen in public, especially at the City Hall. I'll need your assistance with this.”

“Okay, then. Since you've made up your mind, I will respect your decision. However, you can't clap with one hand. I'll need to speak with Justin and inform him of your decision to see if he agrees with it.”

“Sure. Thank you, Bay. Even if he disagrees with the divorce, I believe you have a way to get the procedures done.”

After Bailey left the Revelle residence, she had planned to return to the medical base to talk to Justin.

However, she soon changed her mind and told the driver to give her a ride to Luther Group.

Instead of entering through the main entrance, she got the driver to drop her off at the underground parking lot.

The news about her embezzling the charity funds was all over the internet, so if she were to appear in public, it would cause another uproar and attract the paparazzi.