Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 784 Lunatic Asylum

Justin was momentarily stunned. He put down the documents in his hand and reached out to catch the test report that Zain had thrown over. He skimmed through the page, absorbing the content in a single glance, swiftly reaching the end of the page.

Surprisingly, the components present in the mist had the potential to compromise the effectiveness of the anticancer drugs Veronique administered on a daily basis.

Consider the implications: if the cancer-fighting drugs became ineffective, how much longer could Veronique endure? One day? Two days?

He was afraid that if she fell asleep, she might sleep forever. Olivia sprayed the mist onto Zephyr, who unknowingly carried it into the sick room. She effectively utilized Zephyr as a means to harm Veronique. If Veronique were to truly die because of the events that night, Zephyr might have to live in pain and guilt forever.

The harsh reality would constantly remind him that his mother's death was indirectly caused by him. There was a muffled thud. Justin forcefully brought his palm down on the table with a resounding slap, emanating powerful and aggressive energy.

His entire body quivered with intensity, displaying a turbulent and volatile demeanor. Originally, he didn't want to be too ruthless, but... Considering the way they mistreated his wife and son, they couldn't fault him for not valuing old friendships and reciprocating their actions accordingly. Zain arched his eyebrows and chuckled lightly.

“For a woman like Scarlett, whose heart is as venomous as that of a snake and scorpion, you have two options: either send her to prison or admit her to a psychiatric hospital. Otherwise, neither you nor Veronique will ever experience a peaceful day, as Scarlett has descended into madness.”

Justin slowly clenched the test report in his hand. Olivia simply didn't have the ability to obtain something that could render cancer drugs ineffective, so Scarlett must have used her as a pawn. That malevolent woman, driven by her own selfish motives, instigated a car accident in the past, resulting in a catastrophic pile-up with numerous casualties and severe injuries.

Out of consideration for Raiden's reputation, Bailey resorted to doing something to her stomach rather than forcefully sending her to prison. Not only did Scarlett not restrain herself, but she became even more ruthless. In her eyes, human lives were as insignificant as dust. Indeed, it would be better to confine such a crazed woman, as it would limit her freedom.

“For now, let's comply with her wishes. In a few days, we can publicly announce that Veronique has succumbed to her battle with cancer. As for what lies ahead, I have already devised a plan to handle her situation.”

She wanted to act crazy, didn't she? Well, I would make her truly insane, send her to the madhouse, and let her go mad all at once.

Zain's eyes darted around, a strange glint flashing across them.

good

Felicity was in the Luther residence. Inside the living room, Felicity was leaning on the sofa, taking a

slip from her grasp.

the butler hurriedly approached her and asked, “Mrs. Luther,

as she said, “You, can you hear what he's reporting? I... I didn't catch

and retrieved the phone, bringing it

what you just said to the

upon hearing it, the

Mr. Luther... H-He died

soon as those words were spoken, Felicity suddenly shivered. Overwhelmed by a sense of madness, she seized the phone from the butler's hand and shouted, “I'll give you another chance to say it again! Tell me who has

could Artemis possibly

he could have died. Was there any ailment under the heavens that the Divine Healer, Anonymous, could not cure? How could she possibly stand by Artemis' side and watch him die with her own

the spiral staircase, as Gerald rushed down from

The butler subconsciously wanted to speak up, but upon encountering Felicity's cold and sharp gaze, he managed to hold back his words and handed the phone

Luther, please, listen for yourself.” Gerald snatched the phone and held it close to his ear, listening intently to the report from

as he said, “Mrs. Luther, Mr. Luther, let's not scare ourselves. Why don't we give Ms. Bailey a

reality, and her hands trembled as she swiftly reached for her mobile phone resting on the coffee

Felicity could do so, found Bailey's number, and then dialed it. The phone call was from a regional director of the Luther Group, who said that they received secret information that the leader of Tarragon had died from

of Tarragon was Artemis, so he made a phone call to the Luther residence. The phone rang for a few seconds before the other party

phone and cried, “Bay, is Artemis with you right now?

a full half minute before