Triplets’ Mighty Mom

Chapter 57 Sleeping for Too Long 

Camila glanced sideways at Silas. “I see. So, you are a man who treats people differently according to their social status, Mr. Nolan.”

Silas replied, “What? I only said that if you had revealed your identity from the start, we wouldn’t have taken so many detours! That said, don’t you think I have pretty good foresight? Investing in you is the same as hiring you under the Nolan Group!”

was speechless. He managed to turn it around

good mood. His lips were curved in a constant smile as he said, “Let’s go. I’ll send you back!” She refused his offer as usual. “No need; I’ll just get a taxi.” “There’s a perfectly good car right here; why do you need to get a taxi?” Thus, she didn’t refuse again and got into his car. “Thank you for today.” “Why are you thanking me? I only did what I should have done. By the way, how do you plan to settle this matter? Are you going to just forget it?” She took a deep breath. “Yeah, she was completely and utterly shamed for her actions. Moreover, she was disqualified from the competition. That’s enough.” “You sure are easy-going!” Camila’s gaze became distant. “I just don’t want to see her anymore. My mother’s death anniversary is coming up soon. So, I’ll just think of it as a means of accumulating good karma on behalf of my mother.” A flash of surprise flitted across Silas’s face. Her mother has passed away? He was

she saw that it was past 11 AM by now. Thus, she hurriedly said, “Sure. Calm down. I need to go back home and take some stuff before I can go over.” After that, the two of them returned to the La Grande Maison to retrieve the black backpack she normally used before they headed to the Nolan Residence. When they arrived at the Nolan Residence, they found many people crowding

bed, she pried open Old Man Nolan’s eyes and took a look. Then, she took out the little wrist pillow and took his pulse. His pulse was weak and unstable. After that, she took his blood pressure. His blood pressure was as high

young servant, who looked like she was in her twenties, rushed over and nervously responded, “Madam.” The lady asked, “What did Old Man Nolan eat last night?” Camila frowned. Madam? Could she be Lara Roberts, Silas’s stepmother? Then, she studied