Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 382

Scarlett stood up and glared daggers at Veronique. “What? Don't push your luck, you b*tch! I've already agreed to cancel my marriage with Justin, so what more do you want from us? What does that illegitimate child of yours have to do with me? Why should I even agree to save him?”

“Yeah? And what does your brother have to do with me? Why should I save him, huh?” Veronique snapped back at her with a sneer.

“You...” Scarlett jabbed a finger at Veronique, but the words were stuck in her throat.

Veronique ignored her and turned to look at Tamara as she continued, “There, I've stated my request. It's up to you two whether to fulfill it or not. It's true that the Fletcher family is incredibly powerful, but you can't force me to perform this surgery. You wouldn't want to leave the fate of your son in the hands of a reluctant surgeon, would you?”

Tamara fell silent as she tried to process the situation.

It's obvious that Veronique came here with this intention in mind. However, I can't possibly reject her request when my son's life is on the line!

Scarlett's heart skipped a beat when she noticed Tamara starting to waver. “My body isn't fit enough for a bone marrow donation, Mom! It could result in my death! You can't sacrifice my life to save Raiden's!” she protested anxiously.

“Now you're just exaggerating, Ms. Fletcher. We'll just be taking a little bit of your bone marrow. It won't even affect your health in the slightest, let alone put your life in danger!” Veronique said before Tamara could even respond.

“Shut up, you!” Scarlett yelled at her before clinging to Tamara's arm as she sobbed. “You mustn't be so selfish, Mom! You can't sacrifice your daughter just to save your son!”

Tamara frowned at her as she asked in displeasure, “So what? You want to just sit by and watch your brother die?”

Scarlett stood up and glared daggers at Veronique. “What? Don't push your luck, you b*tch! I've already agreed to cancel my marriage with Justin, so what more do you want from us? What does that illegitimate child of yours have to do with me? Why should I even agree to save him?”

Scarlett went pale instantly. “No, I didn't mean it like that! I—”

Tamara interrupted her, “Enough! I don't want to hear another word from you! Since a bone marrow donation isn't going to endanger your life, then you should sign the agreement and save your brother's life!”

Scarlett's legs gave out beneath her, and she slumped weakly against the couch.

has the right to take my

won't agree to my request, then I won't force her to. You two can just sit by and watch as Mr. Raiden dies of blood loss,” Veronique said with a shrug before she

toward Scarlett. Gritting her teeth, she declared, “If you won't save your brother, then the Fletcher family

“Mom, are you seriously going to kick me out of

then why should I keep you around?” Tamara

defeated, Scarlett

point in arguing any further. If Raiden dies

marrow. There. Can you go operate on my brother now?” she said

her handbag. “I'm afraid a verbal promise isn't going to suffice. Sign this agreement, and

“You...”

you hurry it up, Ms. Fletcher. It has already been two hours since your brother got shot. As fit and strong as he may be,

went pole instontly. “No, I didn't meon it

morrow donotion isn't going to endonger your life, then you should sign the

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Tomoro in disbelief. “Mom, ore you seriously going to kick me out of

obout your own fomily member's life, then why should

Scorlett slumped

to her word, so there's no point in orguing ony further. If Roiden dies becouse of my

bone morrow. There. Con you go operote on my brother now?” she soid ofter

pulled out two copies of the document from her hondbog. “I'm ofroid o verbol promise isn't going to suffice. Sign this ogreement,

“You...”