Super Mommy and Her Triplets

“Guards—”

Before he could finish speaking, Aisley, who was lying on the ground, suddenly leaped up.

In the next moment, a gleaming fruit knife appeared in her hand.

She first targeted Zayron, because it was that meddling brat who led to her miserable defeat.

“Zayron!” Simon exclaimed in surprise, instinctively wanting to rush over.

As Artemis, Bailey, and the others were waiting outside and didn't come in, the only person who could save Zayron while he was in danger was Simon.

However, before Simon could even step forward with his long leg, Zayron swiftly dodged, skillfully evading Aisley's attack.

How could I forget that this nephew of mine is the heir of the Saviors? He has been receiving training since childhood and is incredibly skilled at fighting.

Although Aisley was an adult, she still fell short when compared to Zayron.

“If you intend to kill me, I suggest you be reborn and polish your skills from birth!” Zayron said with unparalleled dominance.

After he finished speaking, he fiercely kicked out, sending Aisley flying backward.

Thud!

Aisley fell back to the position where she was originally kneeling.

She couldn't kill Zayron, let alone Simon.

Still, she was unwilling to admit defeat.

She was determined to have someone perish alongside her that day.

In the next moment, her gaze locked onto the housekeeper who had lodged an accusation against her. If it weren't for this b*tch's betrayal, I wouldn't have met with disaster today. Keeping a recording as leverage? Ha! Is she really that afraid of death? Fine! I shall let her face what she fears the most.

Almost as soon as the thought popped into her mind, she lunged fiercely at the housekeeper.

Next, the dagger she tightly gripped in her hand plunged directly into the housekeeper's chest, piercing her heart with a single thrust.

Pop!

By the time Simon realized what was happening and wanted to intervene, it was already too late.

The fruit knife plunged straight into the housekeeper's heart.

And then, he watched, wide-eyed, as the housekeeper's pupils violently contracted a few times before she collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Upon seeing her wish fulfilled, Aisley burst into fits of laughter.

At that moment, Catherine walked in from outside, squinting at the disastrous scene in the room.

When her gaze fell on Aisley, a complex look flickered in her eyes. This woman, with her appalling behavior and malicious intentions, is not worthy of Simon. “Why are you doing this? I never intended to compete with you from the start. I am about to return and take over the position as the head of the Rogers family. You've been too narrow-minded.”

Aisley glared at Catherine, her face and eyes filled with towering hatred.

She wanted Catherine dead, but she couldn't do it as Catherine's art of perfumery had reached its pinnacle, and no one could get close to her.

“Catherine, I curse you! I curse that your daughter will be devoured by parasitic worms and meet a terrible end.”

Both Catherine and Simon's expressions changed simultaneously.

Simon wanted to step forward to confront her, but he was stopped by Catherine. “Engaging with such trash is beneath your status as the head of the Luther family. An eye for an eye. Send her to prison and let her face the punishment of the law.”

Simon looked at Aisley, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Seeing him unmoved, Catherine assumed he was touched by compassion. Her face involuntarily darkened as a hint of displeasure crept into her heart.

Indeed, she was displeased and a little angry. This man, even in such a situation, still insists on cherishing his first crush, is he?

“If you're so reluctant to let her go, just spare her. After all, you, Mr. Simon, enjoy doing good deeds. One more won't make a difference. Wait until the day she ruthlessly kills your daughter; then you can truly thank her, making your affection for her worthwhile.” There was a hint of jealousy in her voice.

Simon gave a soft chuckle, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Ms. Rogers, are you jealous?”

Catherine was rendered speechless.

Just before Catherine was about to lose her temper, Simon quickly wiped away the amused look on his face and shouted, “Guards, take her to the prison. Let them handle her according to the law.”

No sooner had he finished his sentence than two bodyguards rushed in from outside the door, grabbing Aisley by the arm and dragging her out.

Aisley knew she was at a disadvantage, so she no longer struggled. In fact, she couldn't resist anymore.

As she passed by Simon, she forcefully halted her steps, her voice tearing as she asked, “Will you really stand by and watch as the royal family directs all their fury toward me?”

Simon looked at her expressionlessly.

He hadn't intended to say much more, but upon meeting her expectant gaze, he let out a soft sigh nonetheless. “At ten o'clock at night, I made a call to the person in charge of the royal family, asking them to spare you. They agreed.”

They agreed... They agreed... They agreed...Aisley burst into wild laughter, and as she laughed, two streams of hot tears trickled down from the corners of her eyes.

Those were tears of regret.

She realized she had erred. “C-Can—”

At that moment, Bailey strolled in, her gaze falling on Aisley. She raised an eyebrow and said, “If I'm not mistaken, the catalytic medicine for the parasitic worm was given to you by Eunice, wasn't it?”

Aisley looked at her expressionlessly in silence.

Bailey added, “You were also used by others. It's quite pitiful. How about this? Do you want to drag the one who treated you as cannon fodder to accompany you in death?”