Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 840

How horrible of him! Does he have any idea how worried I was?

Artemis quickly gestured for Ken to put away the tweezers, then spread his arms to embrace the woman who was rushing toward him.

Bailey dove into his arms and pounded her fists against his chest.

“You b*stard! You absolute b*stard!”

“Yes, yes, I'm the villain who made you cry again. I deserve a beating. Can you forgive me?”

Bailey gave him a few more punches until her fingers touched something sticky and the scent of blood assaulted her nostrils.

With a start, she regained her composure and hurriedly propped herself up against his chest and withdrew from his arms.

“I'm sorry, I forgot about the injury on your shoulder.”

Her voice still trembled as she spoke, betraying her lingering fear.

Artemis cradled her face. He kissed her features dampened by tears and soothed her restless heart tenderly.

“Look, I'm back in one piece. I'm perfectly fine, apart from a few scrapes. Hush now, please.”

The more he spoke like that, the meeker she became. She was unable to stop her tears, which poured like a leaking faucet, once she began acting that way.

Artemis felt his heart about to shatter when he saw her like that.

“I promise you this is the last time. I will never let myself get hurt again. Hush, darling. Seeing you in tears hurts more than the injury.”

Bailey wrapped her arms around his neck.

The air between the couple suddenly grew intimate.

Ken sighed helplessly. Steeling himself, he cautioned, “The bullet has torn through the tendons, Mrs. Luther. Mr. Luther might lose his arm if you keep going.”

Bailey regained her composure abruptly.

The bullet. Yes, that's right. I need to help him remove the bullet first.

After letting go of Artemis' neck, she snatched the tweezers from Ken. “I haven't forgotten how you knocked me out, suck-up,” she said menacingly. “We'll settle that score later.”

Ken was rendered speechless.

“What are you standing there for? Hand me the anesthesia.”

Ken wanted to tell her that Artemis did not require anesthesia but held his tongue upon second thought.

Mr. Luther doesn't need anesthesia in my presence, but he definitely needs it now that Mrs. Luther is here. I'll probably get another earful if I speak up.

Bailey took the local anesthesia from him, injected it into Artemis' arm, then began to remove the bullet from his shoulder using a scalpel and tweezers. From NôvelDrama.Org.

She carried out the procedure with finesse.

Artemis could not help boasting, “It's great to have a wife who's a Divine Healer. If I ever get injured again, I can always turn to—”

Seeing his wife's expression darken, he quickly shut his mouth.

Oops, I almost made her angry again.

“I didn't mean it. This will be the last time, and there won't be another. I promise.”

Finding his typically domineering employer's ingratiating behavior difficult to stomach, Ken slipped away quietly.

Bailey scoffed coldly. “What happened to you in there?” she asked. “How did you get hurt?”

Artemis did not want to tell her, but he gave in under the full weight of her glare.

“Sofie has a pack of mastiffs who have a keen sense of smell, especially for those from Tarragon.

Despite having changed my appearance, some of the scents I picked up at the headquarters must have lingered on my body.”

Bailey was trying to hold back her laughter.

So, Artemis was chased by a dog?

Artemis glared at her. His voice was grim and chilling. “Just laugh. It must be so uncomfortable holding it back.”

Bailey cleared her throat. “So, how did you manage to escape?” she asked.

Artemis chuckled. “There are still men loyal to Mr. Doyle laying low there, who were also pursued by the pack of hounds. I found an opening to slip away while they were firing, which is how I've gotten shot.”

Bailey finally felt at ease.

In other words, Sofie suspected nothing. Instead, she merely thought that it was Mr. Doyle's people who were causing trouble.

“So, you came out before I did?”

Artemis hummed softly. “I wanted to turn back for you, but I was worried about leading Sofie's people to you and putting you in danger. So, after much deliberation, I decided to leave on my own because I trust your abilities. You wouldn't have been trapped in there.”

Bailey rapped the tweezers against his chiseled cheek. “Not bad. I see you haven't been so dazzled by her beauty that you could still function at the critical moment.”

Artemis was rendered speechless.

Bailey removed the bullet from his shoulder, performed a rudimentary disinfection of the wound, and stitched it up.

After everything was taken care of, she asked, “Can you move? If not, stay here in the cabin and get some rest.”

Artemis glanced at his wristwatch, then pulled the petite woman before him into his embrace.

“That's not the only thing I can do. We have plenty of time. Let me take good care of you.”

Instinctively, Bailey reached out to push him by his shoulders, but upon seeing the white bandage, she quickly withdrew her hand.

This scoundrel is clearly doing it on purpose.

“Don't move then. I'll do everything. Just remain still and let me handle it.”

Artemis raised his eyebrows.

Sure, this could work. I can experience a whole new kind of joy again.

“Take it easy, will you? I'm still hurt. Don't devour me like a starving wolf.”

Bailey burst into laughter.

So, I'm the wolf now?

“Mark my words, Artemis, I can bite you to death.”

“After I satiate you, you won't want to bite me anymore.”

She was rendered speechless.

Four hours later, in the courtyard of the small town, Sofie received a message from Holden, who informed her that all defenses around the Tarragon headquarters had been shut down and that they could now ascend the mountain unhindered.

The higher-ups below began to grow restless when Sofie announced the attack.

“Are you certain that Holden would give up his position as the leader of Tarragon for a woman, Ms. Carr?”

“Exactly. With Artemis dead and Micah incapacitated, Holden is the only one worthy of leading Tarragon. Put another way, he's just one step away from the top. Would he throw it all away at this critical juncture just to save a woman?”

“If this is his plan, then us charging in would undoubtedly be like walking into a trap. It would be difficult to turn back when we have to, and we'd be like sitting ducks, completely at their mercy.”

Sofie stood on the stage. “Rest assured,” she proclaimed, “I have taken everything you've mentioned into consideration. That young man won't let us down. Hundreds upon thousands of Tarragon assassins obey only the Black Dragon Ring. When the time comes, I will negotiate with him, using Wendy as leverage for the ring in his possession. Once the ring is mine, the guards at the Tarragon headquarters will acknowledge me as their leader. There will be no unforeseen complications. Enough. Fortune favors the bold, so let's focus on the task at hand.”

One of the higher-ups was about to express his disapproval when Sofie snatched the gun from her bodyguard standing by and shot him dead on the spot without a word.

“If anyone dares utter another word, they will end up just like him.”

After the demonstration of her ruthlessness, nobody dared utter another careless word.

Sofie pointed at the distant mountains and gestured toward them.

“Let's go.”