Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 121

Veronique could not help but chuckle.

“I suppose you already have a plan since you knew what they are after. What do you want me to do, Bay?”

Bailey narrowed her eyes as she picked at her nails, thinking silently for a few minutes. “Vero, do you think I should reveal myself?”

Veronique frowned.

“Bay, are you still thinking about what happened that time?”

Bailey looked out of the window at the bustling streets in the night city littered with colorful lights, and sorrow and regret clouded her eyes.

She remained silent for a long, long while until she spoke again in a hoarse and dry voice. “I can never forget what happened, Vero. It has left a permanent mark on my life. The operating table is a trigger for me. I will never overcome this fear if I can't walk out of this trauma. I won't be able to hold a scalpel again my whole life. It's life and death we're talking about. I don't think I will ever get over it.”

“But it was not your fault,” Veronique urged, holding her hand. “That child was so badly injured when he came in. There was no way you could have saved him, Bay!”

Glints of tears shone and spread in Bailey's eyes until her eyes were moist. Behind her tears were emotions she concealed so securely that no one would ever understand.

“But he was Shannon's son, Vero. He was the only hope of her life, and she entrusted him to me. I told her I would do everything I could to save him, but I didn't do that in the end. I didn't bring him back to her. I'm the one who pushed her down the bottomless pit of misery!”

Bailey covered her face in guilt, and tears seeped through her slender, fair fingers.

Veronique stood up, went over to her, and pulled her into her arms.

“Bay, it was not your fault. There were a lot of blood clots in his venous sinuses when you operated on him. We all know that was a lost cause, but you still insisted on the operation. That was already the best you could do for him.”

smile, shaking her head. “I know in my head that it was impossible to bring him back, but my heart doesn't feel that way. I don't think I can ever put this behind me. Eugene saw me as his own mother. He would always follow me

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bustling streets in the night city littered with

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covered her foce in guilt, ond teors seeped

stood up, went over to her, ond pulled

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knew there were blood clots. I was so careful, but bleeding still happened

past. We will just leave it where it is even if you can't get over it. You can stay away from the operating table for as long as possible.

her arms like a stiff log. She was a strong woman, but at that

I'm afraid she'll blame me;

not talk about this anymore, shall we?” she asked with a soothing voice and rigid smile. “Get some good sleep

me to do anything even if they

in utter disbelief, her body quivering

suddenly recalled something and grabbed Bailey's right hand before touching her wrist. Her