Super Mommy and Her Triplets

The two were very close to each other. Although Bailey had sensed the danger, she was unable to dodge and retreat in such a short span of time.

Seeing the sharp blade inching closer to her back, she resignedly closed her eyes.

Two seconds later, the anticipated pain didn't strike. She quickly sidestepped to the side.

Turning around, she found Yolanda slumped on the ground, both hands covering her thigh, from which blood was pouring out.

She instinctively looked toward Raiden, noticed an undischarged dart in his hand, and immediately understood what had happened.

“Thank you so much. Otherwise, I fear I might have lost my life here today.”

Raiden snorted coldly, “Do you think I wouldn't have done something? If she dares to harm you under my watch, I might as well be dead.”

After he spoke, his gaze swept over her a few times, then he furrowed his brow and asked, “You used to be quite nimble, no? What's going on with you today, standing there and letting her stab you? What, got so used to being protected by men that your combat prowess diminished?”

With a sigh of resignation, Bailey glared at him and said, “You know very well that I suffered a major setback last year. My body hasn't fully recovered yet, but don't worry. Once I'm back at my peak, you might not even be able to beat me.”

The man said nothing in response.

Upon seeing her daughter injured, Lindsay rushed over and held her in her arms.

“Yola, are you okay?”

Yolanda ignored her, staring blankly at Raiden. Her voice choked with emotion when she uttered, “I've admired you for a long time. Don't you have any feelings for me at all?”

Raiden didn't even bother to look at her, his voice cold and detached as he spoke. “Ms. Gibson, I would appreciate it if you could take back your affection as it's merely filth and shame to me. I bear no grudge against you, so don't tarnish my reputation.”

She was speechless.

This man, he's truly heartless.

Yolanda burst into boisterous laughter, her gaze sweeping toward Bailey. Her eyes were filled with unyielding hatred and resentment.

“You've taken my father's legacy from me, and now, you've taken the man I love as well. Bailey, I despise you; I wish I could tear you into a thousand pieces and grind your bones to dust.”

“You're stubbornly ignorant.” Bailey couldn't help but sneer, “If that's the case, then you might as well sit in jail. When you figure things out, that's when you can come out. If you can't, you might as well stay in there forever. Master Josiah was wholeheartedly devoted to protecting you. I believe the safest place for you would be in prison. He can rest in peace knowing that.”

“Bailey, you and I are irreconcilable.”

Bailey ignored her and strode out of the guest room.

She had encountered all sorts of evildoers along her journey, all kinds of ruthless characters. To be honest, they really didn't scare her.

“Raiden, handle it impartially. There's no need to consider my feelings.”

“Okay.”

At a certain hotel in Dellmoor, inside a suite, Eunice was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the urban night view outside.

At that moment, the door swung open, and a female bodyguard walked in from outside.

“Ms. Eunice, just as you predicted, the schemes of the mother and daughter of the Gibson family have indeed failed. It's a good thing you didn't go to the meeting; otherwise, you would have really walked into a trap. What should we do now? If Ms. Catherine's daughter survives, she will inevitably marry into the Luther family. Once she climbs up the high branch that is the Luther family, it will be difficult for you to bring her down.”

Eunice raised an eyebrow, a sinister smile playing at the corner of her lips.

“Then find a way to stop that little b*stard from surviving and then prevent Simon from marrying Catherine. Without the Luther family as her support, she will remain isolated and helpless, and someday, I will reclaim what rightfully belongs to me from her, bit by bit.”

The female bodyguard responded affirmatively and praised her employer's wisdom before adding, “They should be preparing to go to Moranta. Ms. Eunice, should we follow them? If we should, then I will make the arrangements immediately.”

“All right, make the arrangements. If I don't go, how can I prevent her from clinging to the high branch that is the Luther family?”

“Yes.”

The next day, at the Fletcher residence's infirmary, Catherine dealt with the sedative fragrance for Sloan, and Bailey initiated the dream-tailoring skill, freeing him from his slumber.

Awakening from a deep dream, he felt as if ages had passed.

Sloan's condition was better than ever before as if he had undergone a complete transformation.

“Is there anywhere else that hurts? If so, you must speak up. Otherwise, once we leave, there will be no one to solve these complex problems for you.”

Sloan smiled lightly and sighed. “Such promising youth, such promising youth indeed. I've always thought highly of my son and taken great pride in him. But now, having seen your skills, I realize that I've been short-sighted and ignorant. It's a pity that my foolish son didn't have the good fortune of marrying you.”

Bailey raised an eyebrow and said, “Raiden and I are close friends. Perhaps in our previous life, we lacked a bit of fate. But in the next life, or the life after that, there will always be one life where we can be together. So why should we fuss over something that is insignificant?”

“Very well, it seems I had my view of the important overshadowed by the trivial, needing a young girl like you to enlighten me. I feel refreshed and clear-headed now. My mind is more relaxed than ever before. From now on, I will always maintain this mindset and not bring trouble to myself.”