Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Bone-shredding Hormones... That was a substance developed by her father's former subordinate, specifically designed to force confessions from death row inmates.

Once injected into the human body, it would cause agonizing torture, making the victim desperate for relief. That despicable person actually used such a vicious and tyrannic punishment on her.

After all, she was the daughter of the previous leader and the princess of Tarragon. How could she be treated like this?

“Ugh...”

With a wad of paper stuffed in her mouth, Yvette could only utter undecipherable syllables. She stared intently at the group of high-ranking members across from her, her eyes filled with a plea for help.

Even if they didn't want to save her, they should at least grant her a quick end, considering that her father had promoted them. They shouldn't just stand by and watch her be tortured and abused.

Unable to bear it, two senior officials wanted to step forward and speak up for her, but they were stopped by the leader of Prudent Hall.

Artemis, Holden, and Micah, the first in command and second in command, all of whom wielded authority, stepped forward to support Shannon, making it clear that they were out to get Yvette.

If they pleaded for mercy, not only would they be unable to save her, they would also get themselves involved, which was not worth it.

“Shannon the warrioress, now that everything has come to light, Prudent Hall will announce the results publicly, clearing your name and revoking the order to hunt you down. From now on, you can continue to stay in the organization and serve its cause.”

Shannon leaned down slightly and lifted Yvette off the floor with one hand. Then, she walked leisurely toward the door.

“No need. Now that I've lost my arm, I'm basically useless. I can no longer carry out missions, so I won't stay in Tarragon anymore. Just consider me as good as dead.”

“That's not right,” a high-ranking member said in a low voice as he looked at her retreating figure.

“The organization has strict rules. To leave, you must meet two conditions. Your lost arm fulfills the first one, but what about the second? Before you leave, shouldn't you take the memory loss pill?”

Shannon didn't even bother with him. Soon, she disappeared at the doorway. The high-ranking member's pride was at stake.

He turned to Artemis on the main seat and barked urgently, “Leader, we must give her the memory loss pill! She knows too many of our top secrets. We can't just let her go like this.”

Artemis stared at him coldly and said nonchalantly,

“She's already left Tarragon for six years. If she really wanted to leak the organization's top secrets, she would have done so long ago. Why would she wait until now? Besides, she's Holden's sister and Micah's woman. With their guarantee, are you still worried that she would leak secrets and betray her own brother and lover?”

Artemis' words might sound harsh, but they hold true nonetheless.

The higher-ups were left speechless by the statement.

They retreated in a dispirited manner. Artemis' gaze swept across the hall. He announced nonchalantly, “Let's put an end to this matter here. Never bring it up again. If you have any dissatisfactions, feel free to consult me. If I find out that anyone is giving her a hard time in the future, don't blame me for not showing mercy.”

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the hall. Holden and Micah exchanged glances before they trailed after him.

After leaving Prudent Hall, Artemis fished out his mobile phone from his pocket and found Bailey's number. Seeing that string of familiar digits, his heart somehow ached.

How should he tell her about the poisoning? She had been so anxious and worried about him.

If she knew he had contracted the incurable Soul Reaper, wouldn't she drive herself mad with worry? After standing still for a moment, he eventually deleted the digits he had entered one by one.

“Holden, do you have Mr. Yablon's contact details?” Holden nodded.

“Yes, do you want it?”

“Indeed. Give it to me.” Holden took out his phone, found Cameron's number, and passed the gadget to Artemis.

“Just make the call on my phone.”

With that said, he and Micah took many steps back. Artemis stared at the screen for a few seconds before he dialed Cameron's number.

The call was quickly connected. A teasing voice sounded through the speaker, “What's up? Has the Soul Reaper inside Artemis kicked in? Fine, I was previously lying to you when I said that the Yablon family's prohibited drug wasn't stolen. Now that I have confirmation that Artemis has indeed been poisoned, there's no need to hide it any longer. You'll all find out soon anyway, so there's no point in keeping it a secret.”

“I'm Artemis.” Right after that, there was a muffled thud coming from the other end of the phone, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

“You seem quite surprised, Mr. Zayron. Did you just roll off the bed?”

Cameron remained deathly silent. Artemis slowly withdrew the mocking expression on his face and said seriously, “Mr. Yablon, I'm calling you to ask if there's an antidote for Soul Reaper.”

“No,” Cameron replied curtly.

“If you're calling me to ask for an antidote, then you're mistaken. There is no antidote for Soul Reaper. For generations, the Yablon family has devoted their heart and soul to searching for a formula, but we've never been able to figure it out. I'm afraid even the ones who created the poison might not be able to concoct an antidote.”