Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Catherine fell into deep thought.

Her father had long intended for her to succeed him as the head of the family, but she had her own concerns, which was why she kept putting it off.

That was because once she ascended to power, she would no longer be free to roam the outside world, to explore and seek a remedy for the parasitic fragrance afflicting her daughter's body.

However, if she wanted to get the Fragrance Journal, she must become the head of the family.

Only the head of the family had the authority to access the forbidden grounds, unlock the concealed chamber, and delve into these ancient manuscripts.

After a moment of silence, she ventured to ask, “Can we really find the solution in that journal? The Rogers Family only has the Fragrance Journal. We don't have the Encyclopedia of Poison. I can only give you one of them, is that okay?”

Bailey put on a serious expression and said, “The only solution I can think of is this. It's worth a try. As for the Encyclopedia of Poison, that thing is currently in Kurt's hands. I have a way to get it. The crucial matter now is to get our hands on the Fragrance Journal. As far as I know, only the head of the Rogers family has the privilege to peruse this item. If you wish to obtain it, you must first become the head of the family. Catherine, you should understand better than I do what it means to assume such a position.”

Catherine laughed nonchalantly and said in an indifferent manner, “I've always had the intention to dedicate my entire life to the family. So, whatever challenges come my way after assuming the position is insignificant to me. My true concern lies in the possibility that even if I do acquire the Fragrance Journal, it might not provide a solution for Luna's issues. Bailey, if you genuinely consider this child your niece, I urge you to keep her by your side. I... I no longer wish to bring her back to the Rogers family. If the Fragrance Journal can't rid her of the parasitic fragrance, I kindly implore you to go to great lengths in seeking an alternative solution for her.”

Bailey, as smart as she was, naturally understood what Catherine was implying.

She immediately said, “She's your daughter, so you should be responsible for her. How can you dump her in someone else's hands? As for the Fragrance Journal, we don't necessarily have to sacrifice you to obtain it. I have ways to force the Rogers family to open their secret chamber.”

Catherine opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by a wave of Bailey's hand.

“Whether or not you decide to spend your life with Simon is not my concern, but I value our friendship. Since we're friends, it's natural for us to support each other. I find it hard to tolerate the idea of sacrificing oneself for a deal. Our main objective is to secure that journal, and that's exactly what we'll do. You don't need to put yourself on the line. I'll come up with another solution.”

“Okay—”

Before Catherine could even finish her sentence, Simon, covered in blood, rushed over.

He firmly grasped Bailey's arm, guiding her toward the exit. “Bailey, Aisley has severed a tendon in her hand. The specialists in the infirmary are stumped. Please go and perform surgery on her and help her reattach the tendon.”

Bailey was infuriated when she heard that, desiring to beat some sense into this blockhead.

Can't he just send a servant to get me? Did he really have to come here in person? Can't he see his wife's here? If someone as dumb as him can win his wife over, I'll eat my words. I was just advising Catherine to not act impulsively and make hasty decisions to become the head of the Rogers family, and this idiot just ruined everything.

He dragged her along and ran a few steps ahead before she lowered her voice and gritted her teeth, saying, “If you don't want Catherine to misunderstand that you still have lingering feelings for Aisley, then stay here and explain it to her properly.”

Simon was taken aback upon hearing that, and only then did he notice another woman in the garden.

Bailey shrugged him off and strolled leisurely toward the residential area.

So what if it's a matter of life and death? Using suicide to garner sympathy is despicable. If she really dies from that, she only has herself to blame. After all, you reap what you sow.

“Bailey, please hurry up. Everyone is waiting for you.”

After watching Bailey leave reluctantly, Simon slowly turned around.

The morning sun filtered through the clouds, casting a gentle halo on Catherine's fair, delicate skin, giving him a sense of serene tranquility in the quiet passage of time.

He had never really paid attention to this woman's looks.

Now that he took a closer look, he realized she truly was beautiful. The classical elegance she radiated was a product of her family's profound heritage spanning over a millennium, exuding both refinement and dignity.

Comparing her to Aisley would've been useless and a desecration of her beauty.

She embodied a tranquil and composed demeanor, with each gesture she made radiating a captivating charm.

Bailey was probably the only woman in the world who could rival her.

“I-I was too anxious and forgot you were still here. I apologize for—”

Before he could even finish speaking, Catherine nonchalantly interjected, “Mr. Simon, you can regard me as a passerby or a stranger. There's no need to direct your attention toward me. Ms. Aisley is your girlfriend, so it's only natural for you to be anxious and worried. It has nothing to do with me.”

Simon was momentarily at a loss for words.

Indeed, it had nothing to do with her.

He could clearly sense that she regarded herself as a bystander, never once getting involved from beginning to end. She only brought Luna to meet him to fulfill her daughter's wish.

Previously, he had been too full of himself and thought too highly of his own worth when he assumed she would pester him and force him to take responsibility for her. In reality, she never even bothered to spare him a second glance.

Ha. How ironic.

“Ms. Rogers, you really do have a sense of humor. The romantic relationship between me and Aisley ended the moment you showed up with Luna. How can you say it has nothing to do with you?”

Catherine's voice remained composed, devoid of any trace of irritation. “I'm sorry for any inconvenience I've caused. I'll make an effort to be more discreet in the future. If you think my presence here is causing any disruption, I'll move out tomorrow.”

Simon let out an exasperated laugh.

This woman really doesn't give a d*mn about me, huh? Then why am I still here? To be ignored?