Super Mommy and Her Triplets

She was a woman of exquisite beauty and ethereal grace. Every move she made exuded an air of nobility.

Wearing a long dress, she stood amidst a sea of flowers, making countless blossoms lose their luster in comparison.

“Jasmine, rose, multiflora rose, Rosa chinensis, crabapple flower...”

One by one, melodious words sprang from the woman's lips. They captivated one's heart just like the sound of pearls falling onto a plate.

At that moment, a girl of about seven or eight years old ran toward the garden entrance, holding a mobile phone with its screen lit up.

“Cath, you have a call.”

Catherine lifted her head from the pile of flowers, her gaze falling on the little girl. A light smile couldn't help but form at the corner of her lips.

“Luna, slow down or you'll fall down.”

The little girl rushed into Catherine's arms. Looking up at her, she said with a beaming smile, “It's Granny. She probably wants to urge you to come back again.”

Catherine reached out and ruffled the little girl's hair affectionately before taking the phone and smoothly sliding it to answer the call.

“Mother, I haven't finished my tasks yet. Please don't rush me to come back home.”

A cold snort could be heard over the line. “It's your calm and patient nature that allows you to be taken advantage of. In my opinion, since Luna has taken your surname, she is a descendant of the Rogers family. Does it really matter if she has a biological father? Why do you insist on degrading yourself, running around looking for her father? Tell me, has the Rogers family ever treated your daughter unfairly?”

Luna tiptoed and interrupted with a bright smile, “Granny, you have always been good to me, but I still want to find Daddy. Please stop scolding Cath, Granny.”

Stephanie snorted again. “Well, she did give birth to a daughter who knows how to protect her own. She raised you to be so obedient, but what about herself? She's always making me, her mother, angry.”

Luna simply responded by giggling delightfully.

Catherine handed the basket of flowers to her daughter. “Go and pour these ingredients into the furnace.”

The little girl reached out to take the flower basket and skipped away cheerfully from the garden.

After Catherine watched her daughter's retreating figure, a shadowy light flashed across her eyes.

“Tell me, why are you calling?”

After a moment of silence, Stephanie's sigh was heard over the phone.

“It's Mrs. Gibson. She and Yolanda have stirred up some trouble and are now trapped at the Fletcher residence in Dellmoor...”

After hearing Stephanie's brief explanation, Catherine slightly narrowed his eyes.

Bailey... Dream-tailoring skill... Indeed, the art of perfumery can indeed unravel the dream-tailoring skill, but what does it have to do with me? If I were to show compassion for the lives of others, who will show compassion to my daughter?

“Mother, you know better than anyone else that the Fletcher family is the most powerful family in the nation, right? If anything were to happen to Mr. Fletcher, both Luna and I will be in mortal danger.”

“I know.” Stephanie sighed softly. “But the Rogers family owe Mr. Gibson a debt of gratitude. Now that Mrs. Gibson is invoking that favor, it's hard for me to refuse.”

A smirk emerged on Catherine's lips. After a moment of silence, she finally relented.

“Fine. As a daughter of the Rogers family, it's my duty to repay our family's debt now that our benefactor has come to claim this favor. Please relay to Mrs. Gibson that I will set off for the Dellmoor immediately. As for whether I can awaken Mr. Fu, I cannot guarantee it at this moment. I will have to assess his condition before making a conclusion.”

Upon receiving her daughter's agreement, Stephanie couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. “After this, I'll force you to do anything you don't want to ever again.”

“Mother, you're too kind.”

After ending the call, Catherine slowly lifted her head, her gaze falling upon the vibrant array of beautiful flowers before her.

How do I concoct an antidote to neutralize the parasitic fragrance in my daughter's body?

...

Meanwhile, at the research base in Moranta, Simon slept through the day and night, cocooned in his blanket.

Caridee had endured for eighteen hours, but finally, she couldn't bear it any longer. She stormed into the guest room and yanked her brother out of his bed.

“Simon, my dear brother, you can't just whet my appetite and then leave me hanging. It's torturous, you know. Hurry up and tell me, how did my future sister-in-law end up marrying Prince Fabian? Weren't things going well between the two of you? I remember you telling me at the end of last year that you were planning to propose to her and set a date for the wedding. How did she become someone else's bride in the blink of an eye?”

Simon ran his fingers through his hair, his face a picture of desolation. He slumped at the head of the bed, remaining silent.

Caridee applied her clingy skills to the fullest.

Finally, Simon couldn't take it anymore and blurted out, “I betrayed her, and then we broke up amicably.”

Caridee's eyes widened as she looked at him in disbelief.

“Betrayed her? How did you betray her? You're not the type to two-time. Is there some kind of misunderstanding here?”

“Misunderstanding?” Simon broke into a self-deprecating smile. “No, it's not a misunderstanding. Eight years ago, Artemis slept with Bailey, whereas I slept with... Forget it, let's not talk about this. It gives me a headache every time it comes up. Caridee, you should probably congratulate me. After all, I have a daughter who's as old as Susan. No, wait. I should be congratulating you on becoming an aunt again. Are you delighted? Surprised? I'm just f*cking—”

Before Simon could finish speaking, Caridee reached out and placed her hand on his forehead.