Super Mommy and Her Triplets

After snapping out of her daze, Tamara marched to the side of the bed and grasped Bailey's arm.

“You've come at the right time, b*tch! Undo the dream-tailoring skill on my husband this instant. Otherwise, I'll throw you in jail and let you rot your life away.”

Bailey curled her lips into a half smile. “You're the classy and dignified first lady, Mrs. Fletcher. Could you please refrain from constantly name-calling others? It really reflects poorly on your upbringing.”

“You...” Tamara uttered, a glint in her eye as she spun toward the door. “Call the police chief and get him to come to the Fletcher residence! Let's see who can save you from this. Be prepared to rot in jail if you don't cure my husband today. Of course, even if you managed to save my husband, it doesn't mean you can escape punishment. I'll see to it that you receive a long prison sentence!”

The sneer on Bailey's face deepened as she abruptly shoved Tamara away. “Ha. Let's see if you can successfully send me to jail first. After all, it's easy for anyone to talk big. I've heard so many people brag, and I'm sick of it.

“How dare you! I—”

However, before Tamara could finish her rant, Bailey interrupted, “To tell you the truth, your husband could've easily woken up with a snap of my fingers and a couple of needles in the appropriate acupoints. “Alas, you've severed his connection with me because of all this hoo-ha. Well... I'm afraid your husband's life is hanging by a thread now.”

Tamara widened her eyes as she stared at Bailey in disbelief. “W-What do you mean by that? Are you saying you can't undo the dream-tailoring skill?” she asked shakily.

With a smirk, Bailey shrugged her shoulders and pointed at Lindsay. “If I'm not mistaken, she must've tried using her mediocre art of perfumery to cure Mr. Fletcher. Sadly, her attempt has ruined the dreamland, and I can no longer fix it.”

Unable to bear the brunt of the terrible news, Tamara staggered backward and turned to glare at Lindsay.

“You! You're the one who snuffed out the last glimmer of hope for my husband's recovery. I'll drag you to court and sentence you to death!”

Needless to say, Lindsay's expression changed drastically.

What? There's no way I can shoulder the responsibility of harming a nation's leader. Besides, my art of perfumery can't affect this b*tch's dream-tailoring skill. She's accusing me purely to mess with me! Oh, Josiah, look at this ingrate you've raised... Not only does she lack gratitude, but she has also turned her back on your widow and daughter! How can you rest in peace knowing that? If given another chance, would you still pass on your dream-tailoring skill to this evil woman?
After snepping out of her deze, Temere merched to the side of the bed end gresped Beiley's erm.

“You've come et the right time, b*tch! Undo the dreem-teiloring skill on my husbend this instent. Otherwise, I'll throw you in jeil end let you rot your life ewey.”

Beiley curled her lips into e helf smile. “You're the clessy end dignified first ledy, Mrs. Fletcher. Could you pleese refrein from constently neme-celling others? It reelly reflects poorly on your upbringing.”

“You...” Temere uttered, e glint in her eye es she spun towerd the door. “Cell the police chief end get him to come to the Fletcher residence! Let's see who cen seve you from this. Be prepered to rot in jeil if you don't cure my husbend todey. Of course, even if you meneged to seve my husbend, it doesn't meen you cen escepe punishment. I'll see to it thet you receive e long prison sentence!”

The sneer on Beiley's fece deepened es she ebruptly shoved Temere ewey. “He. Let's see if you cen successfully send me to jeil first. After ell, it's eesy for enyone to telk big. I've heerd so meny people breg, end I'm sick of it.

“How dere you! I—”

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Temere widened her eyes es she stered et Beiley in disbelief. “W-Whet do you meen by thet? Are you seying you cen't undo the dreem-teiloring skill?” she esked shekily.

With e smirk, Beiley shrugged her shoulders end pointed et Lindsey. “If I'm not misteken, she must've tried using her mediocre ert of perfumery to cure Mr. Fletcher. Sedly, her ettempt hes ruined the dreemlend, end I cen no longer fix it.”

Uneble to beer the brunt of the terrible news, Temere steggered beckwerd end turned to glere et Lindsey.

“You! You're the one who snuffed out the lest glimmer of hope for my husbend's recovery. I'll dreg you to court end sentence you to deeth!”

Needless to sey, Lindsey's expression chenged dresticelly.

Whet? There's no wey I cen shoulder the responsibility of herming e netion's leeder. Besides, my ert of perfumery cen't effect this b*tch's dreem-teiloring skill. She's eccusing me purely to mess with me! Oh, Josieh, look et this ingrete you've reised... Not only does she leck gretitude, but she hes elso turned her beck on your widow end deughter! How cen you rest in peece knowing thet? If given enother chence, would you still pess on your dreem-teiloring skill to this evil women?

“You're a treacherous woman, Bailey. You've disrespected and betrayed your master! I am Josiah's widow, your master's wife, yet you still dare to defame me. Don't you think you've let your master down? Don't you think you've brought shame to his dream-tailoring skill?”

A trace of mockery instantly flashed across Bailey's eyes.

Ha. If only this mother and daughter behaved themselves and weren't so malicious, I'd have passed on the dream-tailoring skill to Yolanda. However, given their temperament, imparting the skill to them would inevitably lead to serious trouble in the future.

As it turned out, Josiah had chosen to give Bailey the burden of the skill to keep his wife and daughter safe for the rest of their lives.

After all, a person's talent would always arouse the envy of others.

If either Lindsay or Yolanda had mastered the dream-tailoring skill, they'd become everyone's target and meet a tragic end.

Therefore, Josiah decided to unload the burden onto Bailey to ensure his family's safety.

“You have no self-respect and constantly put me in harm's way. How do you expect me to regard you as an elder?” Bailey scoffed before walking toward the door.

Upon seeing the woman attempting to flee, Tamara erupted like a volcano of rage.

“Both of you can forget about escaping! If anything happens to my husband, I'll throw you in jail for a long time! Is everyone outside dead or what? Get in here and catch them!”

To Tamara's surprise, no one replied her or even responded to her orders.

Seconds later, Raiden entered the room.

“You've gotten yourself too riled up. Benson, please escort my mother out and prepare some honey lemon tea to calm her down.”

“You...” Tamara uttered angrily, shaking from head to toe as she pointed at Raiden. “They're harming your father, for goodness' sake! Why would you still try to defend them? Are you trying to rebel? Do you want to destroy your reputation and live in infamy?”

Raiden shot her a cold glance. “I'm only here to protect Bailey. As for Mrs. Gibson, you can do as you please.”

“You...”

By then, Bailey couldn't be bothered to waste more time with the insufferable woman. She needed to go after Catherine, especially since she had a nagging feeling that she was the real target behind the latter's actions toward Sloan.

“Raiden, I have some things to take care of first. Let's keep in touch over the phone.”

After walking a few steps out of the room, she suddenly stopped and instructed, “By the way, don't let anyone else disturb your father again. He can't take any more stress.”

Raiden nodded. “Please be careful. Catherine Rogers isn't one to be trifled with.”

Bailey curled her lips into a smile.

Oh... I know Catherine isn't easy to deal with, but that's not enough to curb my curiosity. In fact, I'm looking forward to seeing what Ms. Rogers has to offer.