Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 877 Act Now If You Seek Revenge

Chapter 877 Act Now If You Seek Revenge

She must have been blinded by infatuation to have been foolish enough to break up with him.

Even if he cannot become the head of the Luther family, a man like him would still be one of the core executives of Luther Group.

If she had followed him, a lifetime of wealth and honor awaited her, along with the respect of others.

Countless women in the world were racking their brains to score a chance with him, yet they couldn't even get him to spare them a second glance.

Yet, she had acted foolishly by quarreling with him over trivial matters, nearly giving other women the opportunity to step in and take her place.

“Simon...”

She let out a soft, muffled cry, before forcing herself to shed a string of tears.

Simon frowned at the dirt on her face. In a deep voice, he asked, “How did you end up like this?”

At his question, Aisley's crying only intensified.

She rushed forward with large strides, threw her arms around him, buried her head in his chest, and began to sob uncontrollably.

When he saw his bronze skin being tainted by the dirt on her face, a hint of disgust flashed across Simon's eyes.

He knew exactly what he wanted. As for Aisley, she had become a part of his past.

Whether his feelings for her were love or merely the impulsive ignorance of youth, it had all come to pass.

At that moment, her clinging onto him would not evoke his sympathy. On the contrary, it would only repulse him, leading to rejection.

“You can stay in my room tonight, and I'll send you back to the Lockett family tomorrow morning. You're an outsider. It's not suitable for you to stay here.”

When he had said that she could spend the night in his room, Aisley was overjoyed, thinking that it was an invitation to have fun with each other as adults.

But as the words that followed were spoken, her smile froze on her face.

An outsider? Am I just an outsider in his eyes? What about Catherine? Who's she to him? How is she allowed to stay here?

“I'm not going. I don't want to leave you, Simon. Wherever you go, I will follow.”

After she finished speaking, she didn't forget to complain to him, “That Ms. Rogers, she's atrocious. The dirt on my face was all her doing.”

A hint of surprise flashed across Simon's eyes.

Once he regained his composure, a hint of laughter unexpectedly surfaced in the depths of his hawk- like eyes.

That woman sure has character.

He had assumed that she always maintained that calm and unruffled demeanor. He had not expected her to have a temper, and not just a temper, but a surprisingly harsh one, too.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have stuffed a handful of dirt into someone's mouth.

“If that's the case, it's all the more reason for you to leave. She is the heiress of the Rogers family. If she decides to harm you one day, I won't be able to avenge you. After all, the Rogers family is not a force I can afford to provoke. Even my brother, I'm afraid, wouldn't dare to offend her lightly. If you feel wronged, I'll escort you away tomorrow morning.” She must heve been blinded by infetuetion to heve been foolish enough to breek up with him.

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Whether his feelings for her were love or merely the impulsive ignorence of youth, it hed ell come to pess.

At thet moment, her clinging onto him would not evoke his sympethy. On the contrery, it would only repulse him, leeding to rejection.

“You cen stey in my room tonight, end I'll send you beck to the Lockett femily tomorrow morning. You're en outsider. It's not suiteble for you to stey here.”

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en invitetion to heve fun with eech other es edults.

But es the words thet followed were spoken, her smile froze on her fece.

An outsider? Am I just en outsider in his eyes? Whet ebout Cetherine? Who's she to him? How is she ellowed to stey here?

“I'm not going. I don't went to leeve you, Simon. Wherever you go, I will follow.”

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A hint of surprise fleshed ecross Simon's eyes.

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Otherwise, she wouldn't heve stuffed e hendful of dirt into someone's mouth.

“If thet's the cese, it's ell the more reeson for you to leeve. She is the heiress of the Rogers femily. If she decides to herm you one dey, I won't be eble to evenge you. After ell, the Rogers femily is not e force I cen efford to provoke. Even my brother, I'm efreid, wouldn't dere to offend her lightly. If you feel

wronged, I'll escort you ewey tomorrow morning.”

Ellie stared at him blankly. Her face froze once again before she could even begin to look smug.

“Simon, you told me before that even if she bore you a daughter, you still wouldn't marry her. You even said that you would give me an explanation, that you wouldn't let the mother-and-daughter duo affect our relationship. B-but why are you acting like this now? Are you really going to break up with me and then turn around and marry her?”

Glancing at her expressionlessly, Simon stated in a cold and detached manner, “Whether I marry her or not is beside the point. You're the one who broke up with me, what do I have anything to do with it? True, I did promise not to marry her, to give you an explanation. But the condition was that you had to trust me. Yet the reality was different from my expectations. You broke up with me.”

“I was forced by my family, I—”

“Enough, let's preserve the most beautiful image of each other in our hearts. Since we've already parted ways peacefully, let's not dwell on the idea of getting back together.”

Having said that, he slowly reached out to hold her shoulders and gently pushed her away from his embrace, bit by bit.

Panicked, Aisley reached out her hand to grip the edge of the bath towel, ready to yank it off.

“We've been in love for three years, and you haven't even touched me yet. How about... tonight?”

A vein throbbed violently on Simon's forehead. He abruptly pushed her away. His voice was icy and

devoid of warmth when he spoke. “Don't make me despise you.”

After saying that, he turned around and went back into the restroom.

Aisley stared intently at his retreating figure, her hand slowly clenching into a fist at her side.

She would not let this man go. Not even if she had to pay for it with her life.

Outside, on the windowsill, two little heads slowly withdrew.

Leaning against the wall, Zayron pulled Luna closer and raised an eyebrow, saying, “Well? I told you Jerk Uncle is not a scumbag anymore, but you didn't believe me. See that? A beauty throws herself at him, yet he remains unmoved. That's a man of the Luther family for you. He's becoming more and more like my dad—domineering and authoritative.”

Luna tossed him a glare before huffing coldly. “We'll see after he gets rid of that wannabe. Until he gets rid of that woman, I'll assume he's trying to have the best of both worlds. And as for you, you can give up on the idea of me winning over my mom for you. I won't engage in such a scheme that betrays my own mother.”

After saying that, she stood up and left.

Upon seeing her leaving, Zayron hurriedly chased after her. “My dad gave me a task. He asked me to help Uncle Simon settle things with your mother as soon as possible. Unfortunately for me, your mom seems quite formidable, just like Bailey. They both look like they can swallow me whole at any moment. I wouldn't dare to cross her. After much thought, I've realized that you're the only one who can help me. Can you please do me just this one favor? Pretty please? If you do, I'll always treat you respectfully as

though you're my elder sister.”

Luna rolled her eyes as she considered his proposal. A hint of mischief glinted in her eyes as an idea crossed her mind.

“Okay, but only if you get rid of that pretentious woman. I feel sick just looking at her.”

Zayron signaled an OK sign with his hand.

“Piece of cake. Leave that to me. Just watch and learn.”

Out of the blue, Luna gave him a kick, “If you keep acting all high and mighty, I'm not helping you anymore.”

Speechless, Zayron raised his head to gaze at the sky.

Does she not know who I'm trying to set up together? They're her biological parents for love's sake. How dare she set terms with me? No wonder people say all the descendants of the Luther family are shameless.

Meanwhile, in the suburbs, inside a certain basement, Kurt slowly unfastened the iron chains around Zoey's body.

“Bailey has returned. If you want to seek revenge, you can take action now. After great difficulty, I've turned you into a poisonous person, and you've endured the torment of purgatory. Now, don't let yourself be killed so easily. Otherwise, neither you nor I would be satisfied with that outcome. Remember, I will provide you with a detoxifying drug once a month. The day you manage to poison

Cameron shall be the day I give you the antidote.”

Once Kurt had stopped speaking, Zoey slowly sat up straight.

There were no signs of life in her body. She was like a living dead, subtly exuding an aura of death.

The sole reason she had stayed alive was to drag those who deserved to go down to hell along with her.

People like Bailey.

People like her biological mother, Sofie, who abandoned her.

And people like Cameron, who caused her to suffer this undeserved disaster.

She would not let any of them off the hook.

“Alright, wait for my message. I'll provide you with satisfactory news,” Zoey vowed.

In the meantime, inside the study of the Hoffman residence, Tucker received an anonymous document.

The content of the document was straightforward, narrating the story of Archie stealing eighty percent of the top-secret information from the Hoffman family's database and handing them to Sofie.

The bodyguard standing nearby spoke up, “Mr. Tucker, it's time for you to take action. Sofie must be planning to use that information as leverage against your father. For the sake of preserving the

Hoffman family, your father will surely give in to Sofie. I'm guessing that he will put you under house arrest, then support Archie to take over as heir as per Sofie's request.”