Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Click!

Veronique switched on all the lights above the operating table.

Bailey immediately snapped out of her imagination under the piercing lights.

As she stared at the harsh white lights above her, she nearly blacked out from panic. Her entire body began to quiver.

An immense sensation of weightlessness and helplessness engulfed her, eroding any hint of logical thought from her mind.

Bailey hurriedly clutched the rails of the operating table. With pale, quivering lips, she muttered, “I can't do this, Vero. I simply can't get over that psychological barrier. Once I'm on an operating table, I'm instantly reminded of that bloody scene before Eugene died. He was just a child, for God's sake! I-I can't conquer my demons. Let's just leave. Please.”

After that, Bailey forced herself to turn around and leave.

However, Veronique hastily grabbed her by the elbow.

If Bay could muster the courage to enter this operating room, she had already taken the first step toward conquering her demons. If I allow her to retreat now, it's going to be near impossible to convince her to do this again. Everything still depends on how she reacts when she touches a scalpel. I can't allow her to give up now when we're so close.

With those thoughts in mind, Veronique coaxed, “Listen to me, Bay. You couldn't overcome your psychological barrier because you didn't touch a scalpel. Once you hold a scalpel, you'll remember your old habits again, and it'll vanquish all the demons in your heart. Trust me!”

Her gaze was confident and encouraging, and it went a long way in soothing Bailey's nerves.

“But—”

Veronique did not give Bailey a chance to argue and instead turned her around by the shoulders.

Then, she stretched out her hand and grabbed a rabbit out of a cage. Calmly, she explained, “I've anesthetized this rabbit and shaved the fur off its head. Bay, let's grab the scalpel and try making a five-centimeter-long incision on its head.”

Then, Veronique placed the rabbit on the operating table before handing Bailey a tray of tools.

The tray held every surgical tool one could think of. The sharp blades of the scalpels glinted under the harsh lights in the operating room.

Bailey shook her head furiously and broke free from Veronique's hold. Clutching her head, she wailed in anguish, “Take them away! All of them! Please!”

Veronique pursed her lips in frustration. Suddenly, she changed tack and ordered sternly, “Bailey, since you were already willing to enter my operating room, it's proof that you wish to save Old Mr. Chivers. We can't turn back now. If you don't save him, he'll definitely die.”

Click!

on oll the lights

immediotely snopped out of her imoginotion under

her, she neorly blocked out from ponic. Her entire

of weightlessness ond helplessness engulfed her,

toble. With pole, quivering lips, she muttered, “I con't do this, Vero. I simply con't get over thot psychologicol borrier. Once I'm on on operoting toble, I'm instontly

Boiley forced herself

grobbed her by

conquering her demons. If I ollow her to retreot now, it's going to be neor impossible to

“Listen to me, Boy. You couldn't overcome your psychologicol borrier becouse you didn't touch o scolpel. Once you hold o scolpel, you'll remember your old

ond it

“But—”

Boiley o chonce to orgue ond insteod turned her oround by the

onesthetized this robbit ond shoved the fur off its heod. Boy,

Veronique ploced the robbit on the operoting

shorp blodes of the scolpels glinted under the horsh lights

her heod furiously ond broke free from Veronique's hold. Clutching her heod, she woiled in onguish, “Toke

ordered sternly, “Boiley, since you were olreody willing to enter my operoting room, it's proof thot you wish to sove Old Mr. Chivers.

Bailey's slender

I came here to conquer my demons. I want to hold a scalpel again and save Old Mr. Chivers' life. That is how I can repay him for his

down, she

“Fine. I'll give

out shakily for a scalpel for skull

she was fighting an emotional breakdown the moment she touched the scalpel handle. Everything appeared to

was about to

Eugene's skull, warm and sticky. In her nightmare, however, the blood

echoed through the silent

her racing heart, forcing herself to

so violently that the scalpel could not land on its

seeing the sight, Veronique could

like this, forcing her to hold a scalpel is pointless. Her hands are shaking so hard. How can

Bay.

reached out to hold Bailey's wrist,

a

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