Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 119
Crash!
The sound of glass breaking rang out clearly inside the room.
The elderly man had flung his bowl to the floor in a fit of rage.
“Are you threatening me with your mother, now? Fine! Summon her spirit! I can't wait to ask her why she left me in this world!”
Reduced to silence, Artemis, Simon, and Edmund glanced at each other helplessly.
Given that Glen had been bound by rules all his life and was finally revealing his true colors, his grandsons could do nothing but
comply with him now.
Continuing to bicker with him would only cause him to pass out in anger.
Smiling, Edmund walked over and patted his grandfather on the back. “Grandpa, you may have maternal great-grandchildren
now, but you still don't have any paternal ones. How about you wait until I get married and have kids before you think about
joining Grandma?”
The old man huffed, “Don't assume I know nothing about myself anymore just because I'm old. There's a tumor in my central
nervous system, and it's turned cancerous too. I'll die if I were to get surgery.”
Realizing he could be misunderstood, he added, “Death doesn't scare me. I just don't want to trouble those doctors and leave
them with more blood on their hands. Assuming the worst, if I were to die, that surgeon's career would be over. Are you guys
really willing to let that happen?”
Edmund couldn't help but laugh. “We're not that unreasonable, Grandpa. There's always a contract to sign before the surgery.
Take good care of yourself, and we'll arrange for the surgery in a few days, okay?”
“No,” Glen insisted. “If I'm going to die at the operating table, you may as well let me overdose on sleeping pills here. Get out of
here. In any case, I'm not proceeding with the surgery. Professor Damon said I still have about a year and a half, so don't worry
about me.”
Edmund wanted to say more, only to see Gwendolyn shaking her head at him, signaling him to stop talking.

There were two main reasons Glen was against getting surgery. Firstly, it was because he no longer saw a need to remain alive
and couldn't wait to be reunited with his other half.
Another reason was that he didn't want to get his blood on a young doctor's hands and ruin the latter's medical career.
With a sigh, Yoel requested everyone to leave. “It's almost twelve. Go home and get some rest, everyone. I'll stay here and keep
watch.”
Crosh!
The sound of gloss breoking rong out cleorly inside the room.
The elderly mon hod flung his bowl to the floor in o fit of roge.
“Are you threotening me with your mother, now? Fine! Summon her spirit! I con't woit to osk her why she left me in this world!”
Reduced to silence, Artemis, Simon, ond Edmund glonced ot eoch other helplessly.
Given thot Glen hod been bound by rules oll his life ond wos finolly reveoling his true colors, his grondsons could do nothing but
comply with him now.
Continuing to bicker with him would only couse him to poss out in onger.
Smiling, Edmund wolked over ond potted his grondfother on the bock. “Grondpo, you moy hove moternol greot-grondchildren
now, but you still don't hove ony poternol ones. How obout you woit until I get morried ond hove kids before you think obout
joining Grondmo?”
The old mon huffed, “Don't ossume I know nothing obout myself onymore just becouse I'm old. There's o tumor in my centrol
nervous system, ond it's turned concerous too. I'll die if I were to get surgery.”
Reolizing he could be misunderstood, he odded, “Deoth doesn't score me. I just don't wont to trouble those doctors ond leove
them with more blood on their honds. Assuming the worst, if I were to die, thot surgeon's coreer would be over. Are you guys
reolly willing to let thot hoppen?”
Edmund couldn't help but lough. “We're not thot unreosonoble, Grondpo. There's olwoys o controct to sign before the surgery.
Toke good core of yourself, ond we'll orronge for the surgery in o few doys, okoy?”

“No,” Glen insisted. “If I'm going to die ot the operoting toble, you moy os well let me overdose on sleeping pills here. Get out of
here. In ony cose, I'm not proceeding with the surgery. Professor Domon soid I still hove obout o yeor ond o holf, so don't worry
obout me.”
Edmund wonted to soy more, only to see Gwendolyn shoking her heod ot him, signoling him to stop tolking.
There were two moin reosons Glen wos ogoinst getting surgery. Firstly, it wos becouse he no longer sow o need to remoin olive
ond couldn't woit to be reunited with his other holf.
Another reoson wos thot he didn't wont to get his blood on o young doctor's honds ond ruin the lotter's medicol coreer.
With o sigh, Yoel requested everyone to leove. “It's olmost twelve. Go home ond get some rest, everyone. I'll stoy here ond keep
wotch.”
After the group walked out of the room, Felicity held her son by the arm. “You have to get Anonymous to come to Hallsbay and
operate on your granddad, Artemis,” she urged. “He's the only elder we have left. We can't let anything happen to him.”
“Don't worry. I'll do what I can with every resource I have to save Granddad. I'll get Anonymous to operate on him as long as
she's still alive.”
He paused briefly before continuing, “Caridee's spent enough time inside the ancestral hall. She's still young, so don't be too
stern with her. Give her what she wants. We won't get to dote on her anymore after she gets married.”
Felicity pursed her lips. Despite feeling reluctant, she could only agree so as to not infuriate Glen any further and cause more
detriment to his health.
“Fine. Since she likes the dress, she can have it made. It's her coming-of-age gift anyway. She's the star. It's her own fault if she
ends up disgracing herself anyway, so I may as well stop being the bad guy.”
“I'm glad you're relenting. Thank you on Caridee's behalf.”
The next day, Bailey was busying herself with a pile of documents in the design department of Luther Group when Dwayne
entered with a push of the door.
“Ms. Jefferson, there's something I feel I should let you know.”
The woman then looked up at him with raised brows. “What is it?”

With a smile, Dwayne handed her a recommendation letter. “Mr. Luther personally penned this letter and wants me to mail it to
The Grand Fashion Show organizers along with one of your works. The letter means you'll be nominated as a candidate for the
upcoming Ultimate Designer award.”
Bailey froze briefly.
She then took the letter and glanced at it.
“If I recall correctly, The Grand Fashion Show has a regulation whereby a person can win The Ultimate Designer award only
once. I already received the award four years ago, so please let Mr. Luther know that I have no intention of competing for the title
this time. Let him give another capable designer the opportunity to shine.”
The man could not help but smile as though he had predicted her response. “Did you receive the award four years ago? But
according to what I remember, it was Snowflake who had won.”
Bailey was at a loss for words.
How sneaky can that guy be?
“Mr. Luther has said that if you refuse to compete for the title, Luther Group won't send a nominee ever again.”
What? Is this not a pure threat? Ha!
Bailey laughed in exasperation deep down.
If Luther Group really were to stop submitting candidates because of her, she was sure to become the blight of every single
designer working for the company.
Calm down.
Suppressing the rage within her, the woman flashed Dwayne a grin. “Well, since it's such a big deal to Mr. Luther, I won't dampen
his spirits. Do as he says, then. I have no thoughts on the matter.”
Dwayne beamed.
As expected of Artemis—the man could pin her down no matter how tough she was.

The universe would be way too cruel if these two didn't end up together.
Veronique returned from abroad two days later.
After stopping by her home to say hi to her parents and grandparents, she then rushed over to the Luther residence in spite of
her jet lag.
The study was full of people when she arrived.
Felicity hurriedly stood up to welcome her. “You're back, Vero! Come, now. I've had Justin prepare all the information you need,
so do take a look. Feel free to re-examine Old Mr. Chivers if you have any doubts.”
“Hello, Mrs. Chivers,” Veronique greeted with a nod. “How are you?”
“I'm fine as long as the old man is.”
The younger woman then proceeded to greet the other members of the family, exchanging a few words.
They all grew up in the same circle, so she knew them fairly well.
However, something seemed a little out of the ordinary when she shook hands with Artemis.
That was because of what he had said to her. “I leave my granddad in your hands, but if you really can't do it, I'm afraid I may
have to request your good friend's assistance.”
What does he mean by that? Is he trying to contact Anonymous through me?
“Oh, please, Mr. Luther. The only friend I have who's also in the medical field is...”
The woman trailed off as her gaze fell on a silhouette standing next to the desk.
Is he still doing okay?