Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 151

This is insane! Absolutely crazy! Without any clinical experience and established degree, how exactly does this woman think herself capable of performing a procedure as intricate and risky as craniotomy? Who was it who emboldened her to so shamelessly put herself forward to operate? To think that she dared to claim that she was sure of a fifty percent success rate! I'm sure that a random doctor I can hire from any third-rate hospital would be able to do much better than this slut. Ha. Haha! This has to be a joke to end all jokes.

“I'd spell my own surname backward if I should ever agree to allow you to operate on my father.”

Lowering her head into a chuckle, Bailey frivolously replied, “Remember what you said then, Mrs. Luther. Trust me when I say that in three days' time, reality is going to hit you smack in the face.”

The positively livid Felicity fingered toward the main door not too far away and seethed between gritted teeth. “Get out. Get the hell out of my face right this instant. You are not to step foot in this house again.”

Bailey gave her a little shrug, then addressed Gwendolyn before turning to make her way out.

She had indeed been worn out from keeping vigil at Artemis' side day and night and badly needed to go back to catch up with her sleep. It was imperative that she made the best of whatever time she had to recover her energy ahead of that upcoming high-stakes operation.

Even though she was still bickering with Felicity, she was not about to allow herself to become complacent about Glen's craniotomy procedure.

Motivated by a desire to help her repay a debt of gratitude, Artemis had been willing to put everything on the line, so on her part, she was not letting his efforts go to waste, no matter the circumstances.

Immediately after Felicity had seen Bailey off from the living room with her piercing gaze, she about-faced to yell at Edmund and Artemis, “Is this what you two managed to put together after all that mucking around you did the last three days? Let us be explicitly clear about one thing. Anyone could be allowed to operate on your grandfather, and I do mean anyone except that b*tch. I'll never give my consent to her, ever, so you might as well perish the thought.”

Artemis looked up at her staidly. “I think you should go home to chair Caridee's coming-of-age ceremony, Mother. Time is short as it's less than two weeks away, so quit fussing and let Uncle Yoel and Edmund handle things here.”

“Whatever do you mean by that?” Felicity's eyes narrowed at him while she repressed the rage mounting inside of her. “Are you trying to get rid of me so that woman could be allowed to do whatever the heck she wants?”

“There's nothing I can do if you insist on thinking that way, Mother. Look, why don't we just go with your own initial line of thinking? You're not really in a position to interfere, so just step aside and let Uncle Yoel and Edmund make those decisions that concern the Chivers' internal matters. Right now, I'll just have someone send you back to the Luther residence.”

“W-Why you.” He got Felicity hopping mad and staggering back, clutching at her own chest. “Wonderful. This is just great. I can finally see for myself what a fine son I've managed to raise. I'm washing my hands off of you. Your father will be back the day after, so it would be better if I left it to him to sort you out.”

stormed

hand to scratch his head, Artemis' suave face evoked

this? How am I supposed to deal with being stuck

Artemis. I've something

rang out within earshot, reining him back from his wayward

with relative calmness, “I've something I want to tell

Edmund. “You should come

“Okay.”

ran into Veronique after she stepped

are you doing here,

talks are likely to fall through seeing how the two of you simply can't stand each

to Ken. “I'm going to ride with Ms. Revelle, so

years, Ken was expectedly perceptive. Who was he to interfere if a pair of good friends wanted

a safe journey home, and call me any

before

the car rolled out onto the wooded boulevard, Veronique was the first to break the silence. “Congratulations on your revival. Being able

rejoice at the thought of Artemis, the man

she was not expecting him to fancy her to the extent that he would put

pressure she

just not fated to be together, just like Artemis and

the connections between them on so many levels were as such that it made a relationship between them incestuous no matter how one sliced it. Morally abhorrent, even. Should they ever go down that path, they would doubtlessly be made the subject of scorn and