Charming Mommy of adorable triplets

Chapter 979

Nolan’s expression dimmed. “No one is allowed to mention this. And pay close attention to the latest news. As soon as it’s reported in the country, you’re to immediately suppress and block the news.”. Quincy nodded. “Yes.”

It was evening in Yaramoor. Zeta walked into the manor, took off her coat, handed it to the servant, and stepped into the study.

She walked to the fireplace, leaned over next to Madam Knowles, and reported something. Madam Knowles, who was lying on the rocking chair, slowly opened her eyes. “Was everything done flawlessly?”

Zeta nodded. “Bob claimed that he didn’t leave anyone alive behind. Madam Knowles beckoned to the poodle lying at her feet. The poodle stood up, shook its body, and jumped into Madam Knowles’s arms. She then stroked the poodle’s fur. “That’s great. The young one is now dead. We’ll just leave the two old ones alive and let them live their remaining years in grief and regrets.”

A commotion came from outside the study, and it was Tristan. He knocked out the three bodyguards who were on standby outside and broke into the study.

slightly

had come here in the heavy snow and the aura that he was emitting felt murderous and cold. He took off his hat and glared at Zeta expressionlessly. “I knew it. You’re indeed a

head and

Knowles looked at Tristan. “So what if you’ve guessed it? That little b* stard has died. So what now? Are you telling me

ever since I was a child. So do I even qualify to be on the same side as

and gave him a sharp glare. “If you weren’t the brat that I gave birth to myself,

you want to do it now. Since you’re the one who brought me into

her hand, and slapped him. The slap echoed through the study,

the intruder alert were all taken aback and froze in place outside the door. Even Zeta did not dare to say a word and only watched

I hate you. I hate you for being my son. How would I have given birth

sh*t, if it weren’t for that

down. He then grinned. “Yeah, apart from giving birth to me, you’ve played no part in raising me. So to me, I’ve never had a mother in all my life.’ “You. ..” Madam Knowles was about to raise her hand again when someone came in from outside to reiterate the message that came from the Cliffords in