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.

queens and had even been blessed in a temple. Only those who truly appreciate art will be able to experience

this antique statue has an incredible history behind

“T-This... I-Is this really...”

couldn't help but chuckle. “You don't have

“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 be

how would I have been able to keep 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,

instant. “Earlier, I was still thinking about donating the statue to the museum, but I've changed my mind after hearing what you said. I do have one concern,

shook her head firmly. “Don't worry. We won't. Go ahead and

the statue away. Given his intelligence, I'm sure he has also figured out it's a rare, ancient relic. However, since he didn't stop me, I

a coffee shop, Yvette narrowed her eyes as she coldly scrutinized the

miscarriage after six months of pregnancy, which undoubtedly shattered all her dreams. In the end, Dad

you want from me?” Yvette

to be your father's mistress, so technically, that'd make me your stepmother.

a wave of fury

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

next second, Yvette jumped up from the couch and grabbed her cup of coffee, ready to throw

child, but since I don't have a daughter, there's nothing much 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 way

hand back and peered at Sofie. “Are you saying you can help

haven't spent all my time in Tarragon for nothing. If we

Yvette decided to probe further. “What do you want in