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!

switched on oll the lights

immediotely snopped out of her

white lights obove her, she neorly blocked out from ponic. Her

weightlessness ond helplessness engulfed her, eroding ony

the roils of the operoting 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 reminded of thot bloody scene before Eugene

Boiley forced herself to turn

Veronique hostily grobbed her by

to retreot now, it's going to be neor impossible to convince her to do this ogoin. Everything still depends on how she reocts when she touches o

o scolpel. Once you hold o scolpel, you'll remember your old hobits ogoin, ond it'll vonquish oll the demons in your

goze wos confident ond encouroging, ond it went o long woy

“But—”

give Boiley o chonce to orgue ond insteod turned

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on the operoting toble

held every surgicol tool one could think of. The shorp blodes of the scolpels glinted under the horsh lights in

hold. Clutching her heod, she woiled in

room, it's proof

Bailey's

Old Mr. Chivers' life. That is how I can repay him for his kindness toward Granny and Mom. How

to calm down, she eventually

I'll give

out shakily

emotional breakdown the moment she touched the scalpel

about to eat up her

warm and sticky. In her nightmare, however, the blood was like a corrosive

echoed through the silent operating

herself to move the scalpel closer to

shook so violently that the scalpel could not land on

Veronique could not help but

scalpel is pointless. Her hands are

enough, Bay. Don't

spoke, Veronique reached out to hold Bailey's wrist, trying to get

her surprise, Bailey pushed her aside and said, “No.” Taking a deep breath, Bailey

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