Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 778

A piercing wave of pain surged through him, coursing through his entire body. Despite Micah's extensive combat experience, it still got to him. His body tensed up, and shuddering gasps of cold air seeped through his thin lips.

Micah gritted his teeth and fought back the impulse to scream in agony as he was afraid it would terrify the woman in his arms.

The crocodile's razor-sharp teeth pierced his shoulder, and he could hear his bones crunching. The gushing wound oozed crimson blood, trickled down in drops, and splattered onto Shannon's face.

Shannon was startled and instinctively attempted to raise her head, wanting to see Micah's shoulder.

Micah used every bit of his remaining energy to press her head tightly against his chest and said, “Be good, stay quietly in my arms, don't look.”

Shannon's body began to tremble ever so slightly while blood kept streaming down from above and landing on her head.

It felt like a scalding poison as the warm touch trickled onto her skin, unleashing an intense and all- consuming sensation. Tears welled up in Shannon's eyes as she trembled and pleaded, “Please, just go up there.”

Micah gave her a reassuring pat on her head and whispered, “Silly, why would I ever leave you in such a life-and-death situation? Don't be scared; the worst that can happen is that we'll die together. Maybe fate is on your side, taking pity on the pains you've endured, unwilling to let you die just like that. So they let me die in your place, and I am more than willing to do so.”

Shannon started wailing and lifted her arm in his embrace, forcefully stabbing into the other eye of the crocodile. Her action unquestionably pushed them into a dire predicament.

The immense pain caused the crocodile to release its grip abruptly, arch its head back, and unleash a resounding roar before forcefully reopening its jaws and lunging toward them.

The crocodile aimed directly for Micah's head; if it had successfully sunk its teeth in, he would undoubtedly die.

Amidst the swirling sea of blood, Shannon's vision started to blur, and through the crimson mist, she could make out Micah smiling at her. It was as though time had traveled back to six years ago, a period filled with fond memories.

Micah and Shannon were deeply in love. They were lying on the grassy lawn on a sunny afternoon, envisioning their future. They clung to each other, indulging in a deep and primal love, their bodies intertwined passionately.

They walked hand in hand, leisurely exploring the blooming hillside on a warm spring day. The soft and affectionate moments unfolded before Shannon's eyes, intertwining and overlapping like water. She then pondered, Did Micah make a mistake? No, he didn't.

He severed her arm to ensure her safety. Shannon would have met her demise if Micah had not taken that action. He was also unaware of the child's tragic death. When Micah learned the truth, Shannon could feel his world shattered before her eyes. She had been avoiding it all along. She did not dare to confront it, nor did she want to think about it.

Reflecting on it now, Shannon had a sudden realization.

The truth was that Micah carried just as much pain in his heart as she did. She sought vengeance, unable to let go of that emotional barrier within her, and thus resorted to using their child's death to provoke him.

Unbeknownst to Shannon, Micah might have suffered unbearable pain numerous times. It was to the extent that someone of his stature, an elite, would constantly contemplate finding release through death. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

A man like Micah was unstoppable amidst gunfire and remained resolute even in the face of terror.

The only thing capable of triggering thoughts of death within him was perhaps the child he had not had the chance to adore, the child who passed before he could even look at them.

Shannon was too cruel, continuously using the child to provoke Micah. It was as if she drove a dagger into his heart, making it gush with blood, and then repeatedly sprinkled salt on the wounds. That inflicted unrelenting pain on him as if his very core was being carved and his essence corroded.

“Shannon, I'm going to make amends to our child. Please promise me that you'll live a good life.”

Micah's gentle whisper filled her ears, and Shannon screamed with all her might, “No!”

As Shannon watched the crocodile's gaping jaws about to clamp down, she instinctively extended her hand to block it. If it clamped onto her hand, it would only render her arm useless, but if it caught hold

of Micah's head, he would undoubtedly be killed.

No matter how many past grievances and resentments they had when faced with death, Shannon could not bear to watch Micah die. With her world already plunged into darkness, his absence would render her existence meaningless.

When Shannon lifted her arm, Micah intercepted it and smiled, saying, “I already owe you one arm, a debt I could never fully repay even in a lifetime. I can't let you suffer the loss of another hand because of me.”

Suddenly, an ominous shadow loomed over them from above, and in that instant, a swift figure in black dashed past. The next moment, the crocodile toppled rigidly into the pond's depths.

Perched on the wooden post, Cameron appeared not accustomed to this peculiar activity, causing his entire body to wobble unsteadily. He had just sprinkled a handful of poisonous powder, effectively killing the crocodile with its lethal effects.

Cameron had no time to care about his image as he saw crocodiles lunging toward him from all directions. With a wave of his hand, a cloud of powder scattered in the air.

“Speaking of which, I just poisoned all the crocodiles in this pond. You wouldn't kill me because of that, right?”

Micah's excessive blood loss had weakened him, causing him to sway unsteadily on the wooden stake. In a swift move, Shannon spread her legs and placed one foot on a separate stump, stabilizing herself before reaching out to support the unsteady Micah.

She turned to Cameron and said, “Thank you, Mr. Yablon.”

Cameron arched an eyebrow and teased, “I didn't save you, so why are you thanking me? Or is it because you acknowledge that you two are inseparable and are thanking me on his behalf?”

Shannon was rendered speechless and chose not to answer him.

Bailer's right. This guy is a complete jerk.

Shannon mused. Holden jumped over, clutching a few grappling hooks that dangled from above. While fastening his hooks around Micah and Shannon, he expressed gratitude to Cameron, “I am grateful for your intervention, Mr. Yablon. The debt of saving their lives today will be repaid with utmost dedication in the future.”

A sinister grin spread across Cameron's face as he requested, “I've taken a liking to Bailey and want her to be my wife. Can you help me get rid of Artemis?”

Holden was shocked by his request and did not respond. If Bailey had heard what Cameron said, she would have kicked him into the water.

Holden ignored him and turned to Shannon, saying, “You hold onto him while I take you up. He has lost too much blood, and we can't delay any longer; otherwise, there could be a risk to his life.”

Shannon swiftly moved in, securing her grip around Micah's waist.

“Holden, be careful,” she said.

“No need to worry. With Mr. Yablon here, those beasts won't come anywhere near us.”

Shannon remained silent and opted not to say anything. While inside the bedroom in the headquarters.

Artemis and Bailey messed around for a while. Afterwards, they embraced each other, leaning against the headboard. Bailey laughed and jokingly said, “I must be losing it. We were together a few days ago, and I didn't even notice you were shooting blanks.”

Artemis caressed her face and sighed, “It's not your fault. It's all on me. I'm the one who's responsible for what happened to you. Every time I touched you recently, you would pass out, so it's understandable that you didn't realize. Right now, I'm mainly worried about your memory. You forcibly escaped from the effects of the memory loss pill, which could have damaged your nervous system. I don't know if there will be any lingering side effects.”

Bailey clung to him, placing her head against his chest, finding comfort in the steady rise of his heartbeat, which gradually eased her restless emotions.

Growling

A sudden growl emanated from her belly at the worst possible time.