Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 137

Gwendolyn was about to get up and utter a retort when Bailey stopped her, then slowly rose to her feet. Gazing at Felicity with a smile, Bailey arched a brow as she asked, “Does that mean you agree for Simon to marry me?”

Felicity's elegant and dignified face twitched violently several times.

This d*mn b*tch! When did I agree for Simon to marry her?

“As I said, I'll rot in hell if I let you become part of the Luther family.”

Bailey smiled and lowered her gaze to look at Gwendolyn sitting on the sofa. Softening her tone, she said, “Mrs. Chivers, you heard that. Mrs. Luther said she'll never allow me to become part of the Luther family. If anyone criticizes me in the future, you must attest to that for me.”

A clear-headed and percipient person, Gwendolyn naturally understood the hidden meaning behind those words.

“Don't worry. Seeing that neither you nor Simon is willing, no one in this world will force the both of you to be together. Since you have nothing to do with each other, the two of you are free to marry whoever you wish.”

Felicity was no fool either, so how could she possibly not know what Gwendolyn meant? Her expression darkened instantly, and she asked through clenched teeth, “What do you mean by that, Gwendolyn? Are you agreeable to her dating Ed? What are you thinking? How can you accept her and let her and those two bastards of hers taint the Chivers family bloodline?”

At that, Glen used his cane to strike the floor several times. “That's enough. You've completely ruined my good mood. I think all of you can't wait to see me dead, which is why you can't bear seeing me happy.”

Turning to Glen with a hurt expression, Felicity protested, “How can you say that, Father? I'm only doing this for the good of the Chivers family. What if Bailey doesn't give Ed a son and plans to assist that little bastard in taking over? Are all of you going to stand idly by and watch the family's century-old business fall into an outsider's hands?”

“That kid also has the Luther family's blood running through his veins. Even if Ed hands the business over to him, it won't be a loss for the Luther family,” Glen replied, casting her an icy glance.

Felicity was struck dumb.

Everything is wrong, yet I have

“If there's no other business, you may leave. Don't linger here and

shot Bailey a fierce glare before finally introducing

twenty years of clinical experience and has performed

without a second thought. “I've said I don't want to receive any more treatment. Cadence White? He's just a lad! Undergoing surgery will still make me suffer. Send him back to where you found him. Don't bring

stepped forward and

I know that I have such a grown-up granddaughter?”

flashed across Rhonda's face, and she hurriedly changed how she addressed him. “Old Mr. Chivers, Dr. White is a renowned brain expert abroad. He can surely cure you. Just trust me this once and cooperate with the treatment,

Glen answered, shooting her down firmly and brusquely. “Nothing anyone says will be of any use. I have only just heard I had two great-grandchildren, and I still want to live. If I go ahead with the surgery, I might die on the operation table. What are your intentions? Have you found

get Cadence here, but why is Old Mr. Chivers now accusing me of harboring ill intentions? Bailey. It must be her. That b*tch must've bad-mouthed me in

turned to Felicity and choked out, “Mrs. Luther, does Granddad have some sort of misunderstanding toward me? I genuinely

Glen and said, “Didn't you previously come round and agreed to let Anonymous

on me. However, the problem is that

who was standing awkwardly

merely angling for fame. I extended a sincere invitation to meet her, but she refused. She even put on airs and acted all pretentious. If you ask me, she's not as extraordinary as the rumors say. It's just that she operated on Eskaria's king, and the surgery happened to be a success. Dr. White has performed hundreds of surgeries over the past few years,

raised her eyebrows

hag got on her knees before Veronique a few days ago, begging for me to come out of seclusion. It hasn't been that long, but she's already starting to vilify me. This must be the mindset of the wealthy. To them, the world seems to revolve around

the

on the stairs rang out as

he asked, “What happened? Why do all of you look so angry? We're all family, so why can't we talk to each other nicely if we have something to say? Must it end

to the little ones. “Come on, come over here. Let's continue. I lost the last round, didn't I? Stick the paper on