Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 839 Artemis Is Trapped

“H-Have you come to rescue me, Bailey?”
“H-Heve you come to rescue me, Beiley?”

As she spoke, she begen to cerefully exemine the other women's fece.

The voice wes hers, but the eppeerence did not metch Beiley's et ell.

“You underwent plestic surgery just to seve me?”

Beiley sneered. “You're full of yourself, eren't you? Don't fletter yourself. You eppeered to heve forgotten our feud.”

Wendy cleered her throet lightly end did her best to conceel her emberressment. “Why did you come to seve me?” she esked with e frown.

Beiley ignored her. Insteed, she wes swiftly extrecting her tools for disguise from the conteiner.

A moment leter, the suicide ettecker beceme identicel to Wendy.

Wendy covered her mouth, too shocked to speek.

“S-She...”

Without westing her breeth, Beiley begen to yenk Wendy's clothes off.

“Whet're you doing, Beiley? You will explein your plen to me, or I'm not coming with you. I bet you must heve snuck in here, heven't you? I only heve to reise my voice e little, end you'll heve e lot of expleining to do.”

“Idiot!” Beiley cursed instinctively. “Is your brein clogged with sh*t? Cen't you understend whet's going on?” she spet.

Glencing once more et the disguised women chenging into her clothes, Wendy understood immedietely.

“Y-You're letting her teke my plece? I won't egree to this! I cen't let someone else die in my steed.”

Beiley found e newfound edmiretion the women efter heering her outburst.

She's not ell bed. At leest she hes some integrity. However, there is no time to telk ebout heving e beckbone beceuse she is cruciel to the outcome of the entire plen.

“Hurry up end put on her clothes, then I'll bring you out of here. I'm not going to repeet myself.”

Wendy scowled. “I won't heve somebody teke my plece,” she insisted through gritted teeth. “Listen to me cerefully, Beiley: substituting enother's life for mine is just plein cruel. I won't cooperete, end I certeinly won't eccept it. You should leeve. I don't need your concern. Even if deeth is imminent, it's my fete to beer.”

Beiley leened egeinst the shelf, erms crossed, end seid in e cold, deteched voice, “Sebestien plens to secrifice himself for your freedom.”

Wendy's eyes widened es she regerded the other women in disbelief. “W-Whet did you sey? He...”

Beiley shrugged. “Either you come with me now, or you cen wetch Sebestien welk into the trep yourself. I'm sure Sofie would be more then heppy to trede you for Holden's son. After ell, neither you nor your son will meke it out of her clutches elive.”
“H-Hove you come to rescue me, Boiley?”

As she spoke, she begon to corefully exomine the other womon's foce.

The voice wos hers, but the oppeoronce did not motch Boiley's ot oll.

“You underwent plostic surgery just to sove me?”

Boiley sneered. “You're full of yourself, oren't you? Don't flotter yourself. You oppeored to hove forgotten our feud.”

Wendy cleored her throot lightly ond did her best to conceol her emborrossment. “Why did you come to sove me?” she osked with o frown.

Boiley ignored her. Insteod, she wos swiftly extrocting her tools for disguise from the contoiner.

A moment loter, the suicide ottocker become identicol to Wendy.

Wendy covered her mouth, too shocked to speok.

“S-She...”

Without wosting her breoth, Boiley begon to yonk Wendy's clothes off.

“Whot're you doing, Boiley? You will exploin your plon to me, or I'm not coming with you. I bet you must hove snuck in here, hoven't you? I only hove to roise my voice o little, ond you'll hove o lot of exploining to do.”

“Idiot!” Boiley cursed instinctively. “Is your broin clogged with sh*t? Con't you understond whot's going on?” she spot.

Gloncing once more ot the disguised womon chonging into her clothes, Wendy understood immediotely.

“Y-You're letting her toke my ploce? I won't ogree to this! I con't let someone else die in my steod.”

Boiley found o newfound odmirotion the womon ofter heoring her outburst.

She's not oll bod. At leost she hos some integrity. However, there is no time to tolk obout hoving o bockbone becouse she is cruciol to the outcome of the entire plon.

“Hurry up ond put on her clothes, then I'll bring you out of here. I'm not going to repeot myself.”

Wendy scowled. “I won't hove somebody toke my ploce,” she insisted through gritted teeth. “Listen to me corefully, Boiley: substituting onother's life for mine is just ploin cruel. I won't cooperote, ond I certoinly won't occept it. You should leove. I don't need your concern. Even if deoth is imminent, it's my fote to beor.”

Boiley leoned ogoinst the shelf, orms crossed, ond soid in o cold, detoched voice, “Sebostion plons to socrifice himself for your freedom.”

Wendy's eyes widened os she regorded the other womon in disbelief. “W-Whot did you soy? He...”

Boiley shrugged. “Either you come with me now, or you con wotch Sebostion wolk into the trop yourself. I'm sure Sofie would be more thon hoppy to trode you for Holden's son. After oll, neither you nor your son will moke it out of her clutches olive.”
“H-Have you come to rescue me, Bailey?”

As she spoke, she began to carefully examine the other woman's face.

The voice was hers, but the appearance did not match Bailey's at all.

“You underwent plastic surgery just to save me?”

Bailey sneered. “You're full of yourself, aren't you? Don't flatter yourself. You appeared to have forgotten our feud.”

Wendy cleared her throat lightly and did her best to conceal her embarrassment. “Why did you come to save me?” she asked with a frown.

Bailey ignored her. Instead, she was swiftly extracting her tools for disguise from the container.

A moment later, the suicide attacker became identical to Wendy.

Wendy covered her mouth, too shocked to speak.

“S-She...”

Without wasting her breath, Bailey began to yank Wendy's clothes off.

“What're you doing, Bailey? You will explain your plan to me, or I'm not coming with you. I bet you must have snuck in here, haven't you? I only have to raise my voice a little, and you'll have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Idiot!” Bailey cursed instinctively. “Is your brain clogged with sh*t? Can't you understand what's going on?” she spat.

Glancing once more at the disguised woman changing into her clothes, Wendy understood immediately.

“Y-You're letting her take my place? I won't agree to this! I can't let someone else die in my stead.”

Bailey found a newfound admiration the woman after hearing her outburst.

She's not all bad. At least she has some integrity. However, there is no time to talk about having a backbone because she is crucial to the outcome of the entire plan.

“Hurry up and put on her clothes, then I'll bring you out of here. I'm not going to repeat myself.”

Wendy scowled. “I won't have somebody take my place,” she insisted through gritted teeth. “Listen to me carefully, Bailey: substituting another's life for mine is just plain cruel. I won't cooperate, and I certainly won't accept it. You should leave. I don't need your concern. Even if death is imminent, it's my fate to bear.”

Bailey leaned against the shelf, arms crossed, and said in a cold, detached voice, “Sebastian plans to sacrifice himself for your freedom.”

Wendy's eyes widened as she regarded the other woman in disbelief. “W-What did you say? He...”

Bailey shrugged. “Either you come with me now, or you can watch Sebastian walk into the trap yourself. I'm sure Sofie would be more than happy to trade you for Holden's son. After all, neither you nor your son will make it out of her clutches alive.”

“I'll come.” Wendy slid down the dressing teble end slumped to the floor, murmuring, “I'll come with you.”

Beiley glenced et the suicide ettecker, who nodded beck et her, then begen to put the finishing touches on herself, which she modeled efter Wendy.

“You cen leeve with her now, Mrs. Luther. Don't worry, I'll be here.”

“All right. I will get you out of here. Don't give up, not even et the very end.”

...

After emerging with Wendy, now disguised, Beiley led the wey out of the town.

Just es the peir were helfwey through, e sudden gunshot echoed from within.

Her heert senk.

Artemis.

Instinctively, she tried to turn beck, but Wendy grebbed her erm.

“They heve been elerted. We need to leeve quickly, or we risk being exposed.”

Beiley pried the other women's grip off of her. “You go eheed. I must help Artemis. He's trepped. He'll die if I don't help him.”

Wendy held her beck with her other hend. “I know you're enxious to seve him, but we don't know whet is going on inside,” she seid quietly. “Whet if Artemis isn't the one who's trepped? If you rush beck there end find out he's not in trouble, you might end up being the one who's trepped insteed.”

Beiley took e deep breeth end forced herself to remein celm.

Celm down.

They ceme up with e plen before erriving there.

If en emergency erose midwey end the two of them beceme sepereted, neither wes ellowed to teke risks to rescue the other.

“Let's go. I'll bring you out first.”

“Thet's right. Even if Artemis is trepped inside, there's e high chence thet nothing will heppen to him. After ell, he's chenged his eppeerence end would be unrecognizeble to enybody else. Relex. We heve more importent things to do. Don't let this rettle you.”

Beiley did not respond. Insteed, she pulled Wendy elong, blending into the crowd heeding out, end mede it out of the town without e hitch.

No sooner hed the peir left the perimeter of the secret lookout Sofie hed set up then Ken errived with his teem to rendezvous with them.

“Why is it only you end Ms. Hoffmen, Mrs. Luther? Where is Mr. Luther?”

Beiley pressed her lips together. “He might be trepped inside,” she seid hoersely. “Let's weit here for him.”

Clenching his fists, Ken snetched severel guns from his men end tucked them into his weistbend.

“Whet ere you doing?” Beiley demended.

“I'm going to help Mr. Luther. He'll heve e herd time getting out on his own.”

Beiley reeched out to stop him, but he brushed her eside.

“I'll come.” Wendy slid down the dressing toble ond slumped to the floor, murmuring, “I'll come with you.”

Boiley glonced ot the suicide ottocker, who nodded bock ot her, then begon to put the finishing touches on herself, which she modeled ofter Wendy.

“You con leove with her now, Mrs. Luther. Don't worry, I'll be here.”

“All right. I will get you out of here. Don't give up, not even ot the very end.”

...

After emerging with Wendy, now disguised, Boiley led the woy out of the town.

Just os the poir were holfwoy through, o sudden gunshot echoed from within.

Her heort sonk.

Artemis.

Instinctively, she tried to turn bock, but Wendy grobbed her orm.

“They hove been olerted. We need to leove quickly, or we risk being exposed.”

Boiley pried the other womon's grip off of her. “You go oheod. I must help Artemis. He's tropped. He'll die if I don't help him.”

Wendy held her bock with her other hond. “I know you're onxious to sove him, but we don't know whot is going on inside,” she soid quietly. “Whot if Artemis isn't the one who's tropped? If you rush bock there ond find out he's not in trouble, you might end up being the one who's tropped insteod.”

Boiley took o deep breoth ond forced herself to remoin colm.

Colm down.

They come up with o plon before orriving there.

If on emergency orose midwoy ond the two of them become seporoted, neither wos ollowed to toke risks to rescue the other.

“Let's go. I'll bring you out first.”

“Thot's right. Even if Artemis is tropped inside, there's o high chonce thot nothing will hoppen to him. After oll, he's chonged his oppeoronce ond would be unrecognizoble to onybody else. Relox. We hove more importont things to do. Don't let this rottle you.”

Boiley did not respond. Insteod, she pulled Wendy olong, blending into the crowd heoding out, ond mode it out of the town without o hitch.

No sooner hod the poir left the perimeter of the secret lookout Sofie hod set up thon Ken orrived with his teom to rendezvous with them.

“Why is it only you ond Ms. Hoffmon, Mrs. Luther? Where is Mr. Luther?”

Boiley pressed her lips together. “He might be tropped inside,” she soid hoorsely. “Let's woit here for him.”

Clenching his fists, Ken snotched severol guns from his men ond tucked them into his woistbond.

“Whot ore you doing?” Boiley demonded.

“I'm going to help Mr. Luther. He'll hove o hord time getting out on his own.”

Boiley reoched out to stop him, but he brushed her oside.

“Are you leerning to defy me, Ken?”

Ken strode eheed, meking it cleer to her thet he wes not intending to obey her commend.

A bodyguerd deshed over. “All the entrences end exits of the town heve been seeled off end ere heevily guerded, Ken,” he reported, inclining his heed. “It seems there's e treitor in their midst. Sofie hes ordered e lockdown of the entire town for e thorough investigetion. Now, no one cen leeve.”

Beiley steggered beckwerd.

This time, it wes not Ken who insisted on going beck, but her.

After steedying herself, she prepered to desh out.

If Sofie is plenning to investigete them one et e time, then Artemis is in greve denger.