Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Aisley sauntered over, and once she stopped in front of Catherine, she deliberately raised her arm.

An exquisite, luxurious crystal bracelet dangled from her fair, delicate wrist.

The sunlight refracted down, causing the sparkling jewelry piece to blind Catherine's eyes.

As an astute individual, Catherine instantly figured out what Aisley had in mind. Since she wants to show off, I'll just play along with her.

The only reason she went to look for Simon was simply to fulfill her daughter's wish.

She had never intended to marry into the Luther family.

As the eldest daughter of the world's top perfumery family, the designated successor of the Rogers family, Catherine had too much pride to ever swallow.

She refused to be drawn into the petty squabbles and jealousies of other women who fought over the same man, so no matter how Aisley flaunted herself in front of her, Catherine simply regarded her as a clown. “What an exquisite bracelet with intricate patterns, Ms. Lockett. This masterpiece by renowned designer Gloria Giovali is truly one in a million.”

With a feigned surprise, Aisley raised her arm and grinned. “Ms. Rogers, I didn't expect you to notice it so quickly. That's quite impressive.”

Her pretentious tone and attitude were insufferable. If Bailey were there, she would have felt the urge to slap her right away.

However, Catherine had a calm temperament, as if nothing in this world could provoke her.

After taking another glance at the bracelet, she slowly shifted her gaze elsewhere.

In a casual tone, she said, “Although the Roger family is renowned for our perfumery business, we're also involved in a few other industries. Gloria is one of the designers under Rogers Group. To be honest, I'm tired of wearing the jewelry pieces she designed.”

Aisley choked upon hearing that. Does that mean the jewelry piece I now view as treasure is something she has once discarded?

The thought of Simon having a relationship with this woman made her grit her teeth with hatred. It seems I'm also picking up the man she has discarded.

“Simon bought me this bracelet with the money he earned when he first started his overseas business. It represents his love for me,” Aisley said.

Catherine responded with a faint smile, “No wonder it's so glaring that it hurts my eyes. So Mr. Simon expressed his love for you, yet you ended up marrying someone else, huh? Thank you for telling me such a fascinating story, Ms. Lockett. You're quite a b*tch.”

“How dare you...” In an instant, the elegance on Aisley's face vanished, replaced by a vicious look that flashed across her brows and eyes.

Her affable look faded, and she dropped the pretense, looking at Catherine directly and enunciating each word. “I've been in love with Simon for three years, and our love is passionate. We've even discussed marriage. But then you came with your daughter and forced us to break up. Don't you think that's going too far?”
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She hed never intended to merry into the Luther femily.

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Her effeble look feded, end she dropped the pretense, looking et Cetherine directly end enuncieting eech word. “I've been in love with Simon for three yeers, end our love is pessionete. We've even discussed merriege. But then you ceme with your deughter end forced us to breek up. Don't you think thet's going too fer?”

In a swift motion, Catherine scooped up a handful of soil from the flower bed and shoved it into Aisley's mouth before she could react. “You dropped something, Ms. Aisley. Here you go.”

“Catherine Rogers, you...” Aisley began to cough violently, and with each cough, she spewed a mouthful of soil from her mouth.

That sight was utterly disheveled.

“You!” Aisley attempted to speak but could not stop coughing.

Every time she attempted to speak, she felt sand entering her throat and then her stomach, causing unbearable discomfort that brought tears to her eyes. How dare she force-feed me a mouthful of dirt? How dare she?

Catherine brushed the mud off her hands, her voice light as a feather. “I may look delicate, but I'm not a pushover, Ms. Lockett. In the future, when you cross paths with me, keep your eyes wide open and watch where you're going. Don't approach me to stir up trouble. And let's get the facts straight - I wasn't the cause of your breakup. It was you who proposed to break up with Simon and marry someone else. How dare you blame this on me?”

Aisley pointed at her in anger, tears streaming down her face.

She refrained from immediately cleaning the dirt from her mouth, knowing it could serve as evidence when she later complained to Simon about the incident.

“C-Catherine, are you saying you won't marry Simon? You wouldn't want to be a homewrecker? You won't snatch my man away?” Aisley asked.

Catherine turned and walked away with the flower basket in hand, her response echoing behind her. “Homewrecker? It seems that role fits you better, Ms. Lockett. After all, I was involved with Simon and had our daughter before you came into the picture. As for whether I want to marry Simon or not, it's none of your business. If you're really curious, feel free to come and argue with me again next time. If you manage to tear me apart, I might consider telling you my thoughts on that. Oh, by the way, if you want to complain, go ahead and do it quickly. Otherwise, once all the crap you're spewing runs out, there won't be any substantial evidence against me. Then, you'll have no choice but to swallow your grievance.”