Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Scarlett was satisfied.

Watching Olivia act like she was wagging her tail like a lapdog begging for mercy in front of her, she felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

This ignorant, blind old fool deserves nothing less than this humiliating fate of groveling.

“Since you understand the stakes involved, you should take care of the matter of my marriage to Justin properly. If there's anything that doesn't satisfy me, I won't lower myself and settle for less.”

The smile on Olivia's face showed signs of cracking, but she still agreed respectfully with her words.

“Absolutely, the union between the Fletcher and the Xuereb families must be handled perfectly. Only then can your status be truly highlighted. Lettie, rest assured, I will personally handle all the wedding arrangements. I promise to give you a wedding of the century.”

Scarlett arrogantly smiled, reaching out to pick up the mushroom soup from the tray.

Perhaps because of the holdup, the soup had cooled a bit.

Her face changing immediately, she said coldly, “You're giving me something this cold to eat. Are you trying to give me a stomachache?”

Even though Olivia knew she was deliberately making things difficult for her, she didn't dare to utter a word in protest.

“No worries, no worries. It's gotten cold probably because it's been left out for too long. Just wait a bit longer; I'll heat the soup up and then bring you a new bowl.”

Her flattering demeanor greatly satisfied Scarlett's vanity, making her increasingly unrestrained.

“Heat it up? Sorry, but I don't eat leftovers. You have half an hour. Bring me a fresh bowl.”

Olivia quietly clenched her fists and whispered a few soothing words. Then, carrying the tray, she left the room with a dejected look.

The moment she stepped out of the room, she casually flung the tray in her hand at the butler, her face instantly contorting into a fierce scowl.

“This little wretch, she'd better ensure the Campbell family remains unharmed, or I'll torment her to death.”

The butler nodded and said, “There's plenty of time ahead. You'll surely find an opportunity to put her in her place.”

“Hmph.”

At a hotel in Dellmoor, the doorbell was ringing, and Luna, bouncing with excitement, dashed to the entrance to open the door.

“Are you looking for Cath?”

Bailey looked at the little kid in front of her, raising an eyebrow as she said, “I'm also here for you.”

After she finished speaking, she bent down to pick her up, coaxing her, “Sweetie, call me 'Aunt Bailey' for a change.”

The young girl rolled her eyes and huffed, “Simon doesn't like me and doesn't acknowledge me. Before I am recognized as a part of the family, I cannot acknowledge anyone from the Luther family. That's my principle.”

Seeing her acting like a little adult, Bailey couldn't help but laugh. She reached out, flicked her forehead lightly, and sighed. “You really are a chip off the old Luther family block. You're all of the same ilk. In you, I see their shadows. There's no such thing as the worst person, only worse.”

After she finished speaking, she turned her head toward Artemis. “Would you like to hold your niece?”

A gentle light flickered in Artemis' eyes.

Although she was not his daughter, she was still his niece, and he should treat them the same.

He reached out to take the little girl from Bailey's arms, carrying her toward the balcony.

At that moment, Catherine, carrying her luggage, emerged from the bedroom. “I'm really sorry for the trouble of having you come to pick us up personally,” she said.

Bailey walked up to her with her arms crossed, nudged the latter with her elbow, and raised an eyebrow, saying, “Luna seems to be quite eager for Simon to be her father, no? Ms. Rogers, perhaps you should reconsider it. You already have a child. Why not just make do with that young man for the rest of your life?”

Catherine looked at her, her gaze becoming complex.

After a moment of silence, she tentatively asked, “What do you think of Eunice?”

Bailey was taken aback for a moment. Once she regained her composure, she instantly understood what she meant.

“Although I haven't had much interaction with her, from the little information I do have, she seems to be a cunning woman and is ruthless in her actions.”

Catherine nodded. “A fair assessment. If I were to marry, I would inevitably pass on the art of perfumery to her. People like her, once they master this kind of undetectable killing technique, will inevitably cause a catastrophe. I suppose the reason you refuse to pass on the dream-tailoring skill to Yolanda is the same as mine, no? None of us want to become sinners in this world.”

The look in Bailey's eyes changed. There was a hint of admiration when she looked at Catherine.

This woman has a high level of sophistication and a high state of mind. Becoming friends with her should be a good thing.

“So, are you planning to spend the rest of your life in the Rogers family? You could find a successor...”

Catherine waved her hand to interrupt her, saying lightly, “The family values Luna, but I don't want her to go down this path. The weight of our family's responsibilities rests heavily on a person's shoulders. It's just way too much. My daughter should just live well and shouldn't be bearing so much burden.”

Bailey wanted to say something more, but Catherine shook her head at her. “I know that Simon deeply loves his girlfriend. That's fine too. We'll each go our separate ways. He doesn't need to be responsible for me. All he needs to do is agree to let Luna call him dad. With the Luther family backing Luna, the Rogers family would not dare to easily involve Luna in the vortex of power struggles. Bailey, you don't need to persuade me. Everyone's path is different. I have my own responsibilities and mission that I can't escape from.”

Bailey did not know what to say.