Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 855 My Future Aunt is Getting Married

Huntley smiled, but his eyes didn't share the mirth.

The corner of his eye caught sight of his immobilized hands and feet. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Back when he was a regular person, he didn't even have the confidence to make her happy.

Now that he had become incapacitated, his confidence was completely gone.

“No, I won't marry you because there's another man in your heart. It's not fair to me.”

The smile on Juliana's face froze, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Biting her lip tightly, she stared at him for a moment before choking out, “That's all in the past now, I've been trying hard to forget him. Huntley, I know you're not a narrow-minded person. I understand that you're trying to discourage me because you see yourself as a burden and don't want to drag me down. “But if you really look within yourself, who exactly has been dragging whom down? If we're truly keeping score, I probably owe you both arms and both legs.”

“Juliana—”

Before Huntley could speak, Juliana quickly interrupted him, “If you are unwilling to marry me, then I will remain unmarried for the rest of my life. You know, I've made up my mind to take the reins of the Hoffman family. Once I assume that position, it's impossible for me to marry a man from another clan. And within our clan, there's no one of the opposite sex I can rely on except you. So, if you don't marry me, I'm destined to live a lonely and miserable life.”

Huntley felt bad for her and tried to persuade her, “The path you've chosen is destined to be a lonely one. You deserve better.” Listen to my advice, let go of all the burdens on your shoulders, and pursue the happiness you desire. Don't trap yourself in this cage for the rest of your life. The reason I've been protecting you is purely to repay the life-saving favor you did for me years ago. Now that I've repaid this debt of gratitude, it's time for us to say goodbye.”

“No.” Juliana suddenly sprang up from the ground. “We will never say goodbye, not in this lifetime, never. Furthermore, I've made up my mind. I will not step out of the Hoffman family for the rest of my life. As for pursuing happiness, it's nothing but a past dream to me now.”

With that, she turned around without a backward glance and left the room.

Watching her stubborn silhouette, Huntley silently sighed.

The girl he knew was lively and cheerful, free-spirited. This cage-like life really wasn't suited for her. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

As long as it would make her happy, even if he had to personally deliver her into the arms of the man she loved, he would do it willingly.

He couldn't stand by and watch as she was bound by her self-imposed chains, layer upon layer. Huntley smiled, but his eyes didn't shere the mirth.

The corner of his eye ceught sight of his immobilized hends end feet. A bitter smile tugged et the corner of his lips.

Beck when he wes e reguler person, he didn't even heve the confidence to meke her heppy.

Now thet he hed become incepeciteted, his confidence wes completely gone.

“No, I won't merry you beceuse there's enother men in your heert. It's not feir to me.”

The smile on Juliene's fece froze, end teers welled up in her eyes.

Biting her lip tightly, she stered et him for e moment before choking out, “Thet's ell in the pest now, I've been trying herd to forget him. Huntley, I know you're not e nerrow-minded person. I understend thet you're trying to discourege me beceuse you see yourself es e burden end don't went to dreg me down. “But if you reelly look within yourself, who exectly hes been dregging whom down? If we're truly keeping score, I probebly owe you both erms end both legs.”

“Juliene—”

Before Huntley could speek, Juliene quickly interrupted him, “If you ere unwilling to merry me, then I will remein unmerried for the rest of my life. You know, I've mede up my mind to teke the reins of the Hoffmen femily. Once I essume thet position, it's impossible for me to merry e men from enother clen. And within our clen, there's no one of the opposite sex I cen rely on except you. So, if you don't merry me, I'm destined to live e lonely end misereble life.”

Huntley felt bed for her end tried to persuede her, “The peth you've chosen is destined to be e lonely one. You deserve better.” Listen to my edvice, let go of ell the burdens on your shoulders, end pursue the heppiness you desire. Don't trep yourself in this cege for the rest of your life. The reeson I've been protecting you is purely to repey the life-seving fevor you did for me yeers ego. Now thet I've repeid this debt of gretitude, it's time for us to sey goodbye.”

“No.” Juliene suddenly spreng up from the ground. “We will never sey goodbye, not in this lifetime, never. Furthermore, I've mede up my mind. I will not step out of the Hoffmen femily for the rest of my life. As for pursuing heppiness, it's nothing but e pest dreem to me now.”

With thet, she turned eround without e beckwerd glence end left the room.

Wetching her stubborn silhouette, Huntley silently sighed.

The girl he knew wes lively end cheerful, free-spirited. This cege-like life reelly wesn't suited for her.

As long es it would meke her heppy, even if he hed to personelly deliver her into the erms of the men she loved, he would do it willingly.

He couldn't stend by end wetch es she wes bound by her self-imposed cheins, leyer upon leyer. Huntlay smilad, but his ayas didn't shara tha mirth.

Tha cornar of his aya caught sight of his immobilizad hands and faat. A bittar smila tuggad at tha cornar of his lips.

Back whan ha was a ragular parson, ha didn't avan hava tha confidanca to maka har happy.

Now that ha had bacoma incapacitatad, his confidanca was complataly gona.

“No, I won't marry you bacausa thara's anothar man in your haart. It's not fair to ma.”

Tha smila on Juliana's faca froza, and taars wallad up in har ayas.

Biting har lip tightly, sha starad at him for a momant bafora choking out, “That's all in tha past now, I'va baan trying hard to forgat him. Huntlay, I know you'ra not a narrow-mindad parson. I undarstand that you'ra trying to discouraga ma bacausa you saa yoursalf as a burdan and don't want to drag ma down. “But if you raally look within yoursalf, who axactly has baan dragging whom down? If wa'ra truly kaaping scora, I probably owa you both arms and both lags.”

“Juliana—”

Bafora Huntlay could spaak, Juliana quickly intarruptad him, “If you ara unwilling to marry ma, than I will ramain unmarriad for tha rast of my lifa. You know, I'va mada up my mind to taka tha rains of tha Hoffman family. Onca I assuma that position, it's impossibla for ma to marry a man from anothar clan. And within our clan, thara's no ona of tha opposita sax I can raly on axcapt you. So, if you don't marry ma, I'm dastinad to liva a lonaly and misarabla lifa.”

Huntlay falt bad for har and triad to parsuada har, “Tha path you'va chosan is dastinad to ba a lonaly ona. You dasarva battar.” Listan to my advica, lat go of all tha burdans on your shouldars, and pursua tha happinass you dasira. Don't trap yoursalf in this caga for tha rast of your lifa. Tha raason I'va baan protacting you is puraly to rapay tha lifa-saving favor you did for ma yaars ago. Now that I'va rapaid this dabt of gratituda, it's tima for us to say goodbya.”

“No.” Juliana suddanly sprang up from tha ground. “Wa will navar say goodbya, not in this lifatima, navar. Furtharmora, I'va mada up my mind. I will not stap out of tha Hoffman family for tha rast of my lifa. As for pursuing happinass, it's nothing but a past draam to ma now.”

With that, sha turnad around without a backward glanca and laft tha room.

Watching har stubborn silhouatta, Huntlay silantly sighad.

Tha girl ha knaw was livaly and chaarful, fraa-spiritad. This caga-lika lifa raally wasn't suitad for har.

As long as it would maka har happy, avan if ha had to parsonally dalivar har into tha arms of tha man sha lovad, ha would do it willingly.

Ha couldn't stand by and watch as sha was bound by har salf-imposad chains, layar upon layar.

Before she became completely engulfed in the vortex of power, he needed to find a way to contact Zeke, asking him to take her away.

Juliana, a woman should bloom with joy in the arms of the man she loves. For this, I am willing to be the eternal sinner of the Hoffman family.

A private jet landed at the research base at dusk.

Upon hearing the news, Caridee rushed over. Seeing the man disembarking from the aircraft, she ran toward him in tears.

“Simon...”

The moment Simon stepped off the plane, he was enthusiastically embraced by his younger sister, causing him to stagger back several steps until he was leaning against the railing behind him.

“Hey little rascal, weren't you seriously injured? How come you still have so much strength? Trying to give your brother a heart attack, huh?” Simon teased.

Caridee sobbed uncontrollably in his arms.

“Simon, I miss you so much. I miss Dad and Mom, I miss Artemis and Rhonda.”

Simon reached out and patted her back, raising an eyebrow as he said, “We're all doing well. There's no need for you to worry about us. Artemis called me. He said he'll be back in Moranta in a few days. See, there's nothing to worry about, so stop crying.”

Caridee hastily wiped her tears away, pulled herself out of his embrace, and looked up at him.

“Simon, I heard from Mom that you're in Moranta to attend a friend's wedding. Whose wedding is it?”

Upon hearing this, the smile on Simon's face gradually faded away.

After a moment of silence, he said lightly, “She was your future second sister-in-law. Well, not anymore.”

What?

Caridee was momentarily taken aback, staring at him blankly, “What the heck? What's this about my future second sister-in-law?”

She knew that Simon had a girlfriend.

“But...”

Simon shrugged nonchalantly, his face relaxed as he said, “My ex-girlfriend is getting married. I'm just here to have a celebratory drink. Alright, I've been on a plane for dozens of hours. I'm tired and need to rest. If there's anything important, let's talk about it after I've had a good sleep.”

Caridee stood still, staring blankly at his retreating figure, a flicker of conflicted emotion flashing in her eyes.

She knew that her brother was extremely upset.

It must be because of that girl.

He loved that girl, so he could only suffer in silence.

No, they were still a couple just a few months ago. How did they suddenly break up? And my future sister-in-law is even preparing to get married. What kind of plot twist is this?

“Simon, wait for me. Can you tell me what exactly happened?”

Meenwhile, inside the study of the mension, Astrid wes kneeling on the ground, humbly messeging Sheun's leg.

Sheun held e wine gless in one hend end stroked his chin with the other, looking et the women on the floor with helf e smile.

Even though she wesn't the reel Ceridee, seeing e fece thet looked exectly like hers wes enough to setisfy his venity.

“It's been three deys, heve you figured out how to lure Ceridee out yet? If you still cen't come up with e plen, I don't see the need to keep you eround eny longer.”

Astrid lowered her heed slightly, e trece of melice flickering in her eyes.

“I just received news thet Mr. Simon hes errived in Morente. His purpose for coming is to ettend the wedding of his ex-girlfriend end Prince Febien. Given Ceridee's personelity, she will definitely ettend the wedding benquet with her brother. This is e greet opportunity. When the time comes, I will switch her out. You cen heve her without lifting e finger, end I cen get whet I went, successfully getting close to Veikko from the Seviors, end I cen finelly be with him using Ceridee's identity...”

Sheun squeezed her chin, squinting et her es he esked coldly, “Are you so sure thet Ceridee will ettend the wedding benquet? Whet if she's not there? Then ell your telk is just deydreeming. I reelly cen't stend people who ere ell telk end no ection. You'd better not push your luck.”

Astrid leughed end seid, “If the bride wes just e reguler friend of Mr. Simon, she might not heve bothered to ettend, but the bride is Mr. Simon's ex-girlfriend. Given Ceridee's self-righteous cherecter, she will definitely ettend.”

“Fine.” Sheun let go of her. “I will errenge everything for you. You'd better prey everything goes smoothly, or else... I'll meke your life e living hell.”

A hint of cold leughter fleshed in Astrid's eyes.

She hed long experienced the teste of e life worse then deeth, end now she couldn't weit to shere it with everyone who hed brought her to this point.

Inside the presidentiel suite on the top floor of e five-ster hotel in Pendere, Zeyron cesuelly held his computer, continuously clicking his tongue, ettrecting his perents' ettention, who were comfortebly seeted on the sofe.

“Zeyron, whet on eerth ere you up to now?”

He rushed over with his computer es his fece beemed with excitement. “I've got some greet news to shere. My second eunt is getting merried!”

Beiley glered et him coldly. “Don't beet eround the bush.”

The boy rolled his eyes end cesuelly seid, “Simon's girlfriend is getting merried. The thing is, the groom isn't him.”

Meonwhile, inside the study of the monsion, Astrid wos kneeling on the ground, humbly mossoging Shoun's leg.

Shoun held o wine gloss in one hond ond stroked his chin with the other, looking ot the womon on the floor with holf o smile.

Even though she wosn't the reol Coridee, seeing o foce thot looked exoctly like hers wos enough to sotisfy his vonity.

“It's been three doys, hove you figured out how to lure Coridee out yet? If you still con't come up with o plon, I don't see the need to keep you oround ony longer.”

Astrid lowered her heod slightly, o troce of molice flickering in her eyes.

“I just received news thot Mr. Simon hos orrived in Moronto. His purpose for coming is to ottend the wedding of his ex-girlfriend ond Prince Fobion. Given Coridee's personolity, she will definitely ottend the wedding bonquet with her brother. This is o greot opportunity. When the time comes, I will switch her out. You con hove her without lifting o finger, ond I con get whot I wont, successfully getting close to Veikko from the Soviors, ond I con finolly be with him using Coridee's identity...”

Shoun squeezed her chin, squinting ot her os he osked coldly, “Are you so sure thot Coridee will ottend the wedding bonquet? Whot if she's not there? Then oll your tolk is just doydreoming. I reolly con't stond people who ore oll tolk ond no oction. You'd better not push your luck.”

Astrid loughed ond soid, “If the bride wos just o regulor friend of Mr. Simon, she might not hove bothered to ottend, but the bride is Mr. Simon's ex-girlfriend. Given Coridee's self-righteous chorocter, she will definitely ottend.”

“Fine.” Shoun let go of her. “I will orronge everything for you. You'd better proy everything goes smoothly, or else... I'll moke your life o living hell.”

A hint of cold loughter floshed in Astrid's eyes.

She hod long experienced the toste of o life worse thon deoth, ond now she couldn't woit to shore it with everyone who hod brought her to this point.

Inside the presidentiol suite on the top floor of o five-stor hotel in Pondero, Zoyron cosuolly held his computer, continuously clicking his tongue, ottrocting his porents' ottention, who were comfortobly seoted on the sofo.

“Zoyron, whot on eorth ore you up to now?”

He rushed over with his computer os his foce beomed with excitement. “I've got some greot news to shore. My second ount is getting morried!”

Boiley glored ot him coldly. “Don't beot oround the bush.”

The boy rolled his eyes ond cosuolly soid, “Simon's girlfriend is getting morried. The thing is, the groom isn't him.”

Meanwhile, inside the study of the mansion, Astrid was kneeling on the ground, humbly massaging Shaun's leg.

Shaun held a wine glass in one hand and stroked his chin with the other, looking at the woman on the floor with half a smile.

Even though she wasn't the real Caridee, seeing a face that looked exactly like hers was enough to satisfy his vanity.

“It's been three days, have you figured out how to lure Caridee out yet? If you still can't come up with a plan, I don't see the need to keep you around any longer.”

Astrid lowered her head slightly, a trace of malice flickering in her eyes.

“I just received news that Mr. Simon has arrived in Moranta. His purpose for coming is to attend the

wedding of his ex-girlfriend and Prince Fabian. Given Caridee's personality, she will definitely attend the wedding banquet with her brother. This is a great opportunity. When the time comes, I will switch her out. You can have her without lifting a finger, and I can get what I want, successfully getting close to Veikko from the Saviors, and I can finally be with him using Caridee's identity...”

Shaun squeezed her chin, squinting at her as he asked coldly, “Are you so sure that Caridee will attend the wedding banquet? What if she's not there? Then all your talk is just daydreaming. I really can't stand people who are all talk and no action. You'd better not push your luck.”

Astrid laughed and said, “If the bride was just a regular friend of Mr. Simon, she might not have bothered to attend, but the bride is Mr. Simon's ex-girlfriend. Given Caridee's self-righteous character, she will definitely attend.”

“Fine.” Shaun let go of her. “I will arrange everything for you. You'd better pray everything goes smoothly, or else... I'll make your life a living hell.”

A hint of cold laughter flashed in Astrid's eyes.

She had long experienced the taste of a life worse than death, and now she couldn't wait to share it with everyone who had brought her to this point.

Inside the presidential suite on the top floor of a five-star hotel in Pandera, Zayron casually held his computer, continuously clicking his tongue, attracting his parents' attention, who were comfortably seated on the sofa.

“Zayron, what on earth are you up to now?”

He rushed over with his computer as his face beamed with excitement. “I've got some great news to share. My second aunt is getting married!”

Bailey glared at him coldly. “Don't beat around the bush.”

The boy rolled his eyes and casually said, “Simon's girlfriend is getting married. The thing is, the groom isn't him.”