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 a temple. Only those who

because this antique statue has an incredible history behind it,” she said before sharing the

“T-This... I-Is this really...”

but chuckle. “You don't have to doubt it. It's indeed

antique statue and muttered, “My goodness. This is a national treasure! Why didn't you say anything back at

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.

an instant. “Earlier, I was still thinking about donating the statue to the museum, but I've changed my

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

I'm 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 tacit acquiescence on his part. Ha! It's not like he has a choice, anyway. He asked me for help,

her eyes as she coldly scrutinized the middle-aged lady in

all her dreams. In the end, Dad got sick of her and even paid to have her leave him. That being said, I

you want from me?” Yvette

that'd make me your stepmother. You shouldn't

hearing that, Yvette felt a wave of fury crashing

made a fool out of Dad, yet she still has the guts to demand respect from me! How

Yvette jumped up from the couch and grabbed her cup of coffee, ready to throw it at Sofie's

I can do. You, however, are my stepdaughter. Your father had done a lot for me in the past, and helping you become the wife of Tarragon's leader would be a good

and peered at Sofie. “Are you saying you can

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

always, Yvette decided to probe