Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 743

A bitter smile appeared on Micah's handsome face. Indeed, he should be held accountable for the child's death. If ending him could let her live happily and safely for the rest of her life without resentment, he would be glad to give up his life.

Ding!

A metallic clashing sound echoed throughout the room as Micah pulled a dagger from the torture tools and shoved it into Shannon's hand.

“End me! End me and you'll be free. You will get to avenge your child too.”

Hatred and resentment filled her eyes. She suddenly snatched the dagger and fiercely stabbed it into his chest. A patch of crimson red gradually spread across. She bit her lip tightly as tears blurred her vision.

“Micah, I really wish I could take you with me to meet Eugene to atone for your sins.”

Micah reached out and gently touched her cold, stern face.

Tearing up as he said, “Don't hesitate then. Just stab the dagger straight in. Pierce it through my heart and end my life.”

A ruthless glint flitted across Shannon's eyes, and with a slight flick of her wrist, the tip of the dagger went in a bit further. She was an assassin, and she knew precisely how much force was needed to pierce through a human's heart.

Now, all she had to do was thrust a few centimeters forward, and that would be the end of him. Just then, memories of the past flashed before her eyes. Those sweet moments were like sharp blades stabbing her heart, leaving her bleeding profusely.

In an instant, it felt as if a large hand was gripping her neck, her breathing became rapid. As she watched the blood continuously gush out from his chest, her body began to quiver violently. She could not bring herself to end his life. In the end, she just could not do it.

Even if there was only hatred left between them, she would not wish to end him like this.

“Micah, you've won.”

She abruptly let go of the handle of the dagger and pushed him away with one hand. Then she turned and walked toward the door.

“It's easy to die, but what's difficult is living a life worse than death. I'm still struggling in pain and agony, so why should you be free from all these? Micah, this world is so cold. You should stay with me and let this hatred consume you.”

As the last word fell, her silhouette vanished into the doorway. Micah reached out and pulled the dagger from his chest, causing the blood to drip from the wound. Bearing the intense pain, he took several steps back and fell directly onto the chair behind him. With his head hanging low, he looked at his own bloody chest, and his thin lips could not help but curl into a bitter smile. At this point, he knew that their relationship was going nowhere. All he could do for the rest of his life was to protect her and care for her so that his love for her would be worthy.

In the main hall of the Fletcher residence at Dellmoor, Yolanda poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Tamara.

“Please have a try.”

Tamara took it with a smile, and she seemed very pleased with how well-mannered Yolanda was.

“You're indeed the daughter of the renowned hypnosis master, Josiah. Your upbringing is no less than those young ladies with prestigious backgrounds. If I had a nephew, I would definitely matchmake you.”

Yolanda smiled gently and teased, “You don't have a nephew, but you have a son. If you don't mind, you can matchmake Mr. Raiden and me.”

Tamara was momentarily stunned, but as she finally grasped the meaning behind Yolanda's words, a smile gradually spread across her face.

“Do you mean you're fond of my son?” Yolanda nodded and replied, “I don't know if I'm blessed enough to be your daughter-in-law. The Gibson family may not be prestigious, but we have a profound background and skills that are passed down from generation to generation. We've produced many renowned hypnosis skills. My father even created the dream-tailoring skill and became famous internationally. Over the years, numerous talented young men have come to our family to propose marriages.”

Tamara burst into laughter. “Yolanda, if you're fond of my son, I'd be more than happy to arrange this marriage. However, that boy is quite stubborn. If you want me to make it happen, you must first accomplish something, such as curing his father. Only then I can persuade him to marry you.”

A hint of joy appeared on Yolanda's face. The night before, she had studied hypnosis and dream- tailoring skill once again. She had combined the two and discovered a new breakthrough. She believed that she would definitely succeed this time.

“Mrs. Fletcher, don't worry. I'm confident that after we do another hypnosis session, Mr. Fletcher will wake up feeling refreshed and no longer troubled by stress.”

“All right. It's a deal then. I really adore you, girl. I'd be pleased if you can marry into the Fletcher family in the future.”

Of course, the most important thing was to put an end to Raiden's intention of marrying Bailey. Tamara would not mind anyone marrying Raiden as long as it was not Bailey. At the same time, Raiden was sitting comfortably on the sofa and working in the study.

Right then, the door to the study opened, and a housekeeper quietly sneaked in. “Mr. Fletcher, Ms. Gibson is preparing for the second hypnosis session, and they're heading toward the bedroom.”

Raiden's fingers paused slightly on the keyboard. With a wave of his arm, he picked up the phone from the coffee table, found a series of numbers, and wrote a text message:

Proceed according to the plan. Right now.

Two minutes later, the other party replied with a message:

Mr. Fletcher, I've given him the medicine.

Raiden looked at the message on the screen as his thin lips slightly curved into a smirk.

Bailey certainly has more ideas. I can never think of such a solution that can get everything solved once and for all.

Inside the bedroom, Yolanda squatted by the bed and said to Sloan, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, “Please try to clear your mind as much as possible. After our last attempt, I've already found the key to success. Don't worry. After this hypnosis session, your stress will surely be reduced. When you wake up, you'll feel refreshed and rejuvenated.”

Sloan nodded.

“All right.”

Just when Yolanda was about to start, Tamara suddenly reached out to stop her.

“Yolanda, remember our deal. As long as you can cure his sickness, I'll fulfill my promise. With my support, you will be halfway to success.”

“Okay.”

Yolanda stood up and sat down across Sloan. With her palms facing upward, she was completely immersed in her task in no time. The medicine specially made by Bailey took effect as soon as a person's consciousness was controlled.

Hence, in less than three seconds, Sloan's body began to tremble violently. Such an unexpected reaction came so quickly that Yolanda was completely dumbfounded.

“Mr. Fletcher, what's wrong? W-Why are you trembling so much?”

As her words fell, she turned her head to look at the anxious Tamara by the bedside.

“M-Mrs. Fletcher, does Mr. Fletcher have other hidden illnesses like epilepsy?”

Tamara's face suddenly turned ashen, and she chided angrily, “What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and stop the hypnosis. Can't you see his body is rejecting it?”

After saying that, Tamara immediately rushed to the bedside and reached out to embrace her husband who was trembling vigorously.

“Sloan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, please. Don't scare me.”

Sloan trembled violently for a while and then fell stiffly backward. Tamara was terrified. She stared blankly at him as he collapsed onto the bed. Then she watched his pupils dilate continuously and his legs start to twitch. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Please, call the doctor quickly. Bring them here right away.” Yolanda stared blankly at her own hands, shaking her head vigorously.

“It wasn't me. I didn't do it. He's sick. There's something wrong with him.”