Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 512
The atmosphere in the study tensed up following the loud shattering noise of the cup smashing to smithereens.
Victor was leaning against the cupboard as he uttered nonchalantly, “What's the matter? Didn't you two agree to the conditions?
Are you going against your word? It's fine even if you do. There are only two years left, anyway. At most, I'll just keep waiting
inside. As for today's funeral, I won't be making an appearance. You two can handle it.”
Victoria, trembling with fury, pointed at him. “H-How can you do this, Victor? How dare you break your promise after the
Saunders family's shares and assets were transferred to you?”
In response, he sneered, “Those belong to me in the first place. I simply regained what was always mine. If you two don't settle
my prison issue today, I won't attend the funeral.” Do they think I'm stupid? I'll still be brought back to prison after the funeral's
over. What's the point of inheriting the assets, then? Since I can't set myself free, they'll have to do it for me.
He thought he should clarify his condition just in case they didn't get the full picture. If they wanted him to attend the burial, they
would have to settle the issue of releasing him from prison.
By that point, Victoria's face was covered in tears. She was utterly disappointed in her brother. “I've been taking care of Dad's
funeral for the past few days, which was why I didn't have time to pull some strings and get you out of jail. Victor, I promise you
with my life that after you attend the funeral, I will find a way to set you free. What do you think?”
“I think I disagree. If I don't get what I want today, I won't make an appearance at the funeral. How about you let the old fart stay
in the house for a couple more days? Once you've taken care of my request, I'll happily do what you want.”
Victoria was once again engulfed in rage after she heard what Victor said, even though she had just calmed herself down. What
does he think Dad's funeral is? A joke? Is he not afraid of the heavens punishing him for being such an unfilial son?
“Victor, you—” Originally, she wanted to say, “If you push your luck again, I'll just ignore your matter entirely and ask the prison
guard to throw you back into prison right away. I'll handle Dad's funeral myself.”
However, Lionel stopped her before she could complete her sentence. He pulled her into his embrace and said, “I'm already
taking care of it. Give me three more days, and I'll make sure you won't step foot into prison again.”
Victor shrugged nonchalantly. “Fine. The old fart's funeral will also be delayed by three days, then.”

“You—”
“Aren't you afraid of getting punished by the heavens for threatening your sister and her husband with your father's funeral?
Even if the heavens ignore you, aren't you scared your father will turn into a vengeful ghost and haunt you for being such a
heartless b*stard?” Bailey's voice rang out in the air as she stepped into the room.
Swiftly, Victor's expression darkened as he spat, “This is our family business. It has nothing to do with an outsider like you. Get
the h*ll out of here.”
She clicked her tongue and looked around before raising her voice. “I know your soul hasn't returned to the cycle of reincarnation
yet, Mr. Saunders. Don't you think it's time to show yourself and punish your unfilial son?”
Victor jolted in fright and surveyed his surroundings, panicking. ”Q-Quit saying nonsense like that! I-I don't believe in ghosts or
supernatural stuff! Stop acting as though his ghost is here!”
“You don't believe it?” Raising her eyebrows, she chuckled. “Then why are you trembling? You should know I'm Grandmaster
Gadzinski's disciple. Surely you've heard of him before. If you do, you would know it's a piece of cake for him to conjure the spirit
of a dead person. As his disciple, I just so happened to have learned that skill. How about I ask your father to meet with you right
now so the two of you can have a chat?”
Victor was so terrified that his legs turned to jelly, and he had to hold onto the cupboard to stabilize himself. “Y-You're just
spouting nonsense! I don't believe you can summon his spirit in broad daylight!”
With a grin, Bailey produced a charm from her pocket. “How about I give you a demonstration of my skill? I can guarantee your
father will show up before you in the next second to teach you a lesson.”
His hand slipped, and he slumped to the ground. As he gazed at the charm in her hand, he pleaded with a trembling voice, “D-
Don't do it! I-I believe you. T-Tell me, w-what do you want me to do?”
While playing with the charm in her hand, she demanded casually, “I want you to welcome the guests out there and bury your
father properly. Otherwise, he'll visit you tonight and haunt you.”
Victor didn't have the guts to disobey her because he was aware of what she was capable of. Considering she's Gadzinski's
disciple, I doubt she's lying about having the ability to summon a dead man's spirit!
“Fine, fine! I'll take care of the funeral. J-Just don't summon my father's spirit!”

As Bailey watched him stumble away, she let out a sigh and lamented, “They say having a son meant someone will take care of
you when you're old. However, if the son is this unfilial, how can one hope they'll be taken care of when they grow old and die?”
Victoria approached Bailey and choked out, “Thank you, Bay. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do.”