Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 477

Meanwhile, in the living room of the Luther residence, Bailey raised her brow and smiled at Felicity. “I've got something good for you.”

With that, she pulled out the antique statue from her shopping bag and placed it on the table.

As a fervent art collector, Felicity was appalled to see that Bailey had kept such a delicate statue in a flimsy bag. “Don't ever do that again! That's very disrespectful! You ought to treat art pieces with more care.”

Bailey, however, only found the situation highly amusing.

I show my love for art through actions, not words. I wouldn't have picked it out from that heap of trash if I hadn't cared about it.

“Go on. Check it out. I assure you it's a treasure.”

Despite her skepticism, Felicity took the magnifying glass from her butler and began inspecting the statue.

After a while, her expression slid into a frown. “Well, I don't see any difference between this and other ceramic statues. That said, it's still a beautiful piece of art, and we ought to treasure it.”

Bailey shook her head. “Take a closer look. If you still can't tell it's special, I can only say you don't have a keen eye for art.”

Upon hearing that, Felicity gave a short, exasperated laugh. “Oh, you and your sharp tongue. Fine. I shall have another look. You'd better not be pulling my leg, though. Otherwise, I'll give you a few good smacks.”

Moments later, Felicity finally turned to Bailey with a look of astonishment on her face. “Bay, am I imagining things? Why do I hear harp music and choral singing? I seem to be smelling frankincense too...”

Bailey curled her lips into a smile.

the hands of kings and queens and had even been blessed in

it's not your imagination. Everything you've heard and smelled is spot on. That's because this antique statue has an incredible history behind it,” she

“T-This... I-Is this really...”

Felicity was stumbling over her words, Bailey couldn't help but chuckle.

muttered, “My goodness. This is a national treasure! Why didn't you say anything back at the museum? I remember those old fogies claiming it to

the statue for myself?” Bailey quipped as she arched her brows. “In any case, please don't start preaching to me. All I care about is my family. Besides, what's truly beneficial to the country isn't this antique statue but the red emerald. Now that I have the former in

my mind after

head firmly. “Don't worry. We won't. Go ahead and keep it in the Luther

sure he has also figured out it's a rare, ancient relic. However, since he didn't stop me, I shall take it as a

her eyes as she coldly scrutinized the

who seduced Dad back in the day. She even tried for a son through in vitro fertilization so she could assume the role of my mother. Thankfully, she got what she deserved. She had a miscarriage after six months of pregnancy, which undoubtedly shattered all her dreams. In the end, Dad got sick of her and even paid to have her leave him. That being said, I can't believe she's such a tough cookie. Who knew she'd turn her life

from me?” Yvette

know, I used to be your father's mistress, so technically, that'd make me your stepmother. You shouldn't be treating your elders

hearing that, Yvette felt a wave of fury crashing

who drove Mom to her grave and made a fool out of Dad, yet she still

from the couch and grabbed her cup

golden child, but since I don't have a daughter, there's nothing much I can do. You, however, are my stepdaughter. Your father had

and peered at Sofie. “Are you saying you can help get me married to the leader and

know I haven't spent all my time in Tarragon for nothing. If we join forces, I'm

probe further. “What do you want