Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 119

Crash!

The sound of glass breaking rang out clearly inside the room.

The elderly man had flung his bowl to the floor in a fit of rage.

“Are you threatening me with your mother, now? Fine! Summon her spirit! I can't wait to ask her why she left me in this world!”

Reduced to silence, Artemis, Simon, and Edmund glanced at each other helplessly.

Given that Glen had been bound by rules all his life and was finally revealing his true colors, his grandsons could do nothing but comply with him now.

Continuing to bicker with him would only cause him to pass out in anger.

Smiling, Edmund walked over and patted his grandfather on the back. “Grandpa, you may have maternal great-grandchildren now, but you still don't have any paternal ones. How about you wait until I get married and have kids before you think about joining Grandma?”

The old man huffed, “Don't assume I know nothing about myself anymore just because I'm old. There's a tumor in my central nervous system, and it's turned cancerous too. I'll die if I were to get surgery.”

Realizing he could be misunderstood, he added, “Death doesn't scare me. I just don't want to trouble those doctors and leave them with more blood on their hands. Assuming the worst, if I were to die, that surgeon's career would be over. Are you guys really willing to let that happen?”

Edmund couldn't help but laugh. “We're not that unreasonable, Grandpa. There's always a contract to sign before the surgery. Take good care of yourself, and we'll arrange for the surgery in a few days, okay?”

“No,” Glen insisted. “If I'm going to die at the operating table, you may as well let me overdose on sleeping pills here. Get out of here. In any case, I'm not proceeding with the surgery. Professor Damon said I still have about a year and a half, so don't worry about me.”

Edmund wanted to say more, only to see Gwendolyn shaking her head at him, signaling him to stop talking.

There were two main reasons Glen was against getting surgery. Firstly, it was because he no longer saw a need to remain alive and couldn't wait to be reunited with his other half.

Another reason was that he didn't want to get his blood on a young doctor's hands and ruin the latter's medical career.

With a sigh, Yoel requested everyone to leave. “It's almost twelve. Go home and get some rest, everyone. I'll stay here and keep watch.”

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Anonymous to come to Hallsbay and operate on your granddad, Artemis,” she urged. “He's the only elder we have left.

have to save Granddad. I'll get Anonymous to operate

so don't be too stern with her. Give her what she wants. We won't get to

Despite feeling reluctant, she could only agree so as to not infuriate

dress, she can have it made. It's her coming-of-age gift anyway. She's the star. It's her own fault if she ends up disgracing herself anyway, so I

you're relenting. Thank you on Caridee's

with a pile of documents in the design department of Luther Group when Dwayne entered with a push of the

something I feel I should let you

then looked up at him with raised brows.

Luther personally penned this letter and wants me to mail it to The Grand Fashion Show organizers along with one of your works.

Bailey froze briefly.

took the letter

The Grand Fashion Show has a regulation whereby a person can win The Ultimate Designer award only once. I already received the award four years ago, so please let Mr. Luther know that I have no intention of competing for the title this time. Let him give another capable designer the opportunity to

“Did you receive the

at a loss for

can that guy

said that if you refuse to compete for the title, Luther Group won't send a nominee

Is this not a pure threat?