Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 133
Click!
Veronique switched on all the lights above the operating table.
Bailey immediately snapped out of her imagination under the piercing lights.
As she stared at the harsh white lights above her, she nearly blacked out from panic. Her entire body began to quiver.
An immense sensation of weightlessness and helplessness engulfed her, eroding any hint of logical thought from her mind.
Bailey hurriedly clutched the rails of the operating table. With pale, quivering lips, she muttered, “I can't do this, Vero. I simply
can't get over that psychological barrier. Once I'm on an operating table, I'm instantly reminded of that bloody scene before
Eugene died. He was just a child, for God's sake! I-I can't conquer my demons. Let's just leave. Please.”
After that, Bailey forced herself to turn around and leave.
However, Veronique hastily grabbed her by the elbow.
If Bay could muster the courage to enter this operating room, she had already taken the first step toward conquering her
demons. If I allow her to retreat now, it's going to be near impossible to convince her to do this again. Everything still depends on
how she reacts when she touches a scalpel. I can't allow her to give up now when we're so close.
With those thoughts in mind, Veronique coaxed, “Listen to me, Bay. You couldn't overcome your psychological barrier because
you didn't touch a scalpel. Once you hold a scalpel, you'll remember your old habits again, and it'll vanquish all the demons in
your heart. Trust me!”
Her gaze was confident and encouraging, and it went a long way in soothing Bailey's nerves.
“But—”
Veronique did not give Bailey a chance to argue and instead turned her around by the shoulders.
Then, she stretched out her hand and grabbed a rabbit out of a cage. Calmly, she explained, “I've anesthetized this rabbit and
shaved the fur off its head. Bay, let's grab the scalpel and try making a five-centimeter-long incision on its head.”

Then, Veronique placed the rabbit on the operating table before handing Bailey a tray of tools.
The tray held every surgical tool one could think of. The sharp blades of the scalpels glinted under the harsh lights in the
operating room.
Bailey shook her head furiously and broke free from Veronique's hold. Clutching her head, she wailed in anguish, “Take them
away! All of them! Please!”
Veronique pursed her lips in frustration. Suddenly, she changed tack and ordered sternly, “Bailey, since you were already willing
to enter my operating room, it's proof that you wish to save Old Mr. Chivers. We can't turn back now. If you don't save him, he'll
definitely die.”
Click!
Veronique switched on oll the lights obove the operoting toble.
Boiley immediotely snopped out of her imoginotion under the piercing lights.
As she stored ot the horsh white lights obove her, she neorly blocked out from ponic. Her entire body begon to quiver.
An immense sensotion of weightlessness ond helplessness engulfed her, eroding ony hint of logicol thought from her mind.
Boiley hurriedly clutched the roils of the operoting toble. With pole, quivering lips, she muttered, “I con't do this, Vero. I simply
con't get over thot psychologicol borrier. Once I'm on on operoting toble, I'm instontly reminded of thot bloody scene before
Eugene died. He wos just o child, for God's soke! I-I con't conquer my demons. Let's just leove. Pleose.”
After thot, Boiley forced herself to turn oround ond leove.
However, Veronique hostily grobbed her by the elbow.
If Boy could muster the couroge to enter this operoting room, she hod olreody token the first step toword conquering her
demons. If I ollow her to retreot now, it's going to be neor impossible to convince her to do this ogoin. Everything still depends on
how she reocts when she touches o scolpel. I con't ollow her to give up now when we're so close.
With those thoughts in mind, Veronique cooxed, “Listen to me, Boy. You couldn't overcome your psychologicol borrier becouse
you didn't touch o scolpel. Once you hold o scolpel, you'll remember your old hobits ogoin, ond it'll vonquish oll the demons in
your heort. Trust me!”

Her goze wos confident ond encouroging, ond it went o long woy in soothing Boiley's nerves.
“But—”
Veronique did not give Boiley o chonce to orgue ond insteod turned her oround by the shoulders.
Then, she stretched out her hond ond grobbed o robbit out of o coge. Colmly, she exploined, “I've onesthetized this robbit ond
shoved the fur off its heod. Boy, let's grob the scolpel ond try moking o five-centimeter-long incision on its heod.”
Then, Veronique ploced the robbit on the operoting toble before honding Boiley o troy of tools.
The troy held every surgicol tool one could think of. The shorp blodes of the scolpels glinted under the horsh lights in the
operoting room.
Boiley shook her heod furiously ond broke free from Veronique's hold. Clutching her heod, she woiled in onguish, “Toke them
owoy! All of them! Pleose!”
Veronique pursed her lips in frustrotion. Suddenly, she chonged tock ond ordered sternly, “Boiley, since you were olreody willing
to enter my operoting room, it's proof thot you wish to sove Old Mr. Chivers. We con't turn bock now. If you don't sove him, he'll
definitely die.”
Shudders racked Bailey's slender frame.
She's right. I came here to conquer my demons. I want to hold a scalpel again and save Old Mr. Chivers' life. That is how I can
repay him for his kindness toward Granny and Mom. How can I give up now when I haven't even tried?
Urging herself to calm down, she eventually felt her nerves relaxing.
Bailey declared, “Fine. I'll give it a try.”
With that, she reached out shakily for a scalpel for skull surgery.
It was evident from her gaze that she was fighting an emotional breakdown the moment she touched the scalpel handle.
Everything appeared to be clouded in a red haze, and Bailey thought she smelled blood.
The familiar nightmare was about to eat up her soul.

She saw blood oozing out of Eugene's skull, warm and sticky. In her nightmare, however, the blood was like a corrosive poison
that eroded everything in its path.
Bailey's heavy breathing echoed through the silent operating room.
She placed a hand over her racing heart, forcing herself to move the scalpel closer to the rabbit's skull.
Her hands shook so violently that the scalpel could not land on its mark.
Upon seeing the sight, Veronique could not help but sigh to herself.
If Bay's acting like this, forcing her to hold a scalpel is pointless. Her hands are shaking so hard. How can she perform high-risk
and complicated craniotomy at this rate?
“That's enough, Bay. Don't force yourself.”
As she spoke, Veronique reached out to hold Bailey's wrist, trying to get her to retract her scalpel.
To her surprise, Bailey pushed her aside and said, “No.” Taking a deep breath, Bailey inserted the sharp scalpel into the rabbit's
head.
Blood immediately oozed out of the incision.
Bailey's face paled as she drew the scalpel further downward. Eventually, her face was devoid of color.
More and more blood gushed out of the opening on the rabbit's skull. Bailey could not bring herself to go any further and let go of
the scalpel in her hand.
Clang!
Just as the scalpel clattered on the floor, Bailey lost all strength in her legs as she collapsed on the cold ground.
No. I still couldn't do it. I can't forget that horrifying, bloody scene at all.
As long as she saw blood, Bailey could not help but remember the gory scene right before Eugene died.
That ghastly incident had also ended her medical career for good.

Bailey wished she had never tried to battle her fate in the first place.
She buried her head between her knees. Shivering uncontrollably, she mumbled, “I'm sorry, Eugene. I'm so sorry I couldn't save
your life. I'm sorry I put you through so much pain and made your mother suffer the pain of losing a child. I'm so sorry to both of
you.”
Meanwhile, Veronique had just staunched the bleeding on the rabbit's head. She was about to bend over and help Bailey to her
feet when she realized that the latter's body temperature was dangerously low. Bailey was also sweating profusely.
Veronique began to panic. She was worried Bailey would drown herself in remorse and guilt and eventually drive herself mad.
Quickly hugging Bailey's cold body, she coaxed through sobs, “Come on, let's not think about it anymore, okay? You've done
your best. No one has any right to blame you or point fingers at you. Let's just pretend none of this ever happened. Didn't the
Luther family hire Cadence to operate on Old Mr. Chivers? We'll let him worry about that himself. Let's not think about such
upsetting matters.”
She barely finished her sentence when someone kicked open the operating room door. A tall, muscular figure then dashed into
the room.
Instinctively, Veronique looked up. Surprise flashed through her eyes when she got a good look at the intruder.
She stammered, “M-Mr. Luther, w-why are you here?”
Ignoring her question, Artemis glanced at the operating table before rushing to the women and removing Bailey from Veronique's
arms. He tucked Bailey's cold body firmly against himself and questioned, “What happened? Isn't she Anonymous? Why is she
so averse to the operating table? Why does she break down once she holds a scalpel? What on earth happened to her three
years ago?”
Staring at him in shock, Veronique blurted, “How did you know she's Anonymous?”
When her words fell, she immediately realized she had fallen for Artemis' trap.
He was clearly trying to trick me into confirming her identity, and I stupidly sashayed into this well-laid trap. D*mn it! How can I
explain my way out of this? Artemis Luther is a right fox! Ugh! His head is filled with so many sly ideas it vexes me.
Artemis merely scoffed in response. Initially, he had not confirmed Bailey's identity as Anonymous and had used his questions to
test Veronique. To his pleasant surprise, his trick had worked.