Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 693 Cut It Out

A shrewd heir such as her is precisely what I need! Perhaps one can only grow up after having experienced pain.

“Yes, that's what I want from you. Don't be so hasty in making up your mind. Listen to what I've got to say first. As far as I know, Zeke's fiancée miscarried. Besides, the baby she was pregnant with wasn't his child. That signifies their marriage will fall through, and you might stand a chance in winning him over.”

Even after listening to her father's words, Juliana remained unmoved inwardly.

If one were to ask about her reason for becoming so calm and composed, it was probably her horror when the tendons in Huntley's arms and legs were severed because of her.

Realization dawned upon her that there was someone far more worthy of her protection in this world.

Although she did not love Huntley, she wanted to protect him well as a friend.

And in that ruthless family, there was only one way to protect someone—to make herself stronger perpetually.

“The matter of whether he'll be marrying his fiancée has nothing to do with me. I can tell you with all certainty, Father, that I'll never have delusions about him anymore. He'll no longer exist to me, nor will I have any further entanglements with him. If you don't believe me, I can swear it on my deceased mother.”

Hearing that, Raymond waved a hand. “I trust you, so don't bother. I can't simply watch and do nothing as the family is ruined in your Uncle Philip's hands. Since you've already seen the light and aren't obsessed about an outsider anymore, I don't mind giving you a hand.”

In response, Juliana chuckled softly. “Let's plot in secret. Don't let Uncle Philip and the others notice anything, numbing them first so that they'd lower their guards. Then, when the time is right, propel me to become the head of the family.”

Raymond nodded in agreement. “Indeed, plan and plot slowly. It's good that you understand this principle. Take good care of Huntley these few days. There's still hope for his hands and legs. The person who severed his tendons back then didn't go as far as damaging them, merely severing them. Your master's medical skills are superb, so she can probably help to reattach them for him.”

“Thank you, Dad.”

Meanwhile, Artemis reclined against the head of the bed with Bailey snuggled in his arms in a hospital room at the medical base.

“Your embrace is still the warmest of all, Artemis. While I gained support in Zeke's arms, I couldn't find any sense of belonging.”

Lowering his head, Artemis kissed her on the forehead. After a moment of silence, he murmured an apology.

Bailey flashed him a grin. “You're smart, throwing a tantrum so that I'd be forced to coax you. Initially, I planned to question you for having a roll in the hay with Yvette. But—”

Without waiting for her to finish her utterance, Artemis hastily interjected, “Nothing happened between us. The truth is, she only dared to cut the video to that segment because I was going to kill her when Holden barged in.”

At that, Bailey arched a brow. “I know. You don't need to explain things to me.”

that, she reached out and rested her hand against his

He shot out a hand and grabbed her fingers, chiding in a hoarse voice,

glinting in her eyes. “You've got to prove to me that I'm

heaved a sigh

indulging her was tantamount to torturing himself, he still dropped his hold on

nothing he could do other than cooperate when it

slender fingers brushed across where his heart was, her movements lingering

Verily, she missed him.

pining over the feeling of

“I want you, Artemis.”

a flash, Artemis' pupils

again, Bailey. If you're mad at me, you

her! But considering her current condition, I don't

her, but it was only

touch. Thus, he really dared not dream of doing anything

hooked it around his neck before burying her head in his body and playing with him like a

hold on her hand, allowing her free

up at the ceiling above through

mind! She can do anything as she wants, for

hand around

a month since my miscarriage.

on Artemis' forehead throbbed, and his mouth went dry even

out, Bailey snagged the remote at the side before locking

you want to

“Yes...”

question—are you going to agree to

“Yes.”

you still going to

“No.”

lips curved into a triumphant smile. Yes,