Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 876 A Mouthful Of Dirt

Aisley sauntered over, and once she stopped in front of Catherine, she deliberately raised her arm.

An exquisite, luxurious crystal bracelet dangled from her fair, delicate wrist.

The sunlight refracted down, causing the sparkling jewelry piece to blind Catherine's eyes.

As an astute individual, Catherine instantly figured out what Aisley had in mind. Since she wants to show off, I'll just play along with her.

The only reason she went to look for Simon was simply to fulfill her daughter's wish.

She had never intended to marry into the Luther family.

As the eldest daughter of the world's top perfumery family, the designated successor of the Rogers family, Catherine had too much pride to ever swallow.

She refused to be drawn into the petty squabbles and jealousies of other women who fought over the same man, so no matter how Aisley flaunted herself in front of her, Catherine simply regarded her as a clown. “What an exquisite bracelet with intricate patterns, Ms. Lockett. This masterpiece by renowned designer Gloria Giovali is truly one in a million.”

With a feigned surprise, Aisley raised her arm and grinned. “Ms. Rogers, I didn't expect you to notice it so quickly. That's quite impressive.”

Her pretentious tone and attitude were insufferable. If Bailey were there, she would have felt the urge to slap her right away.

However, Catherine had a calm temperament, as if nothing in this world could provoke her.

After taking another glance at the bracelet, she slowly shifted her gaze elsewhere.

In a casual tone, she said, “Although the Roger family is renowned for our perfumery business, we're also involved in a few other industries. Gloria is one of the designers under Rogers Group. To be honest, I'm tired of wearing the jewelry pieces she designed.”

Aisley choked upon hearing that. Does that mean the jewelry piece I now view as treasure is something she has once discarded?

The thought of Simon having a relationship with this woman made her grit her teeth with hatred. It seems I'm also picking up the man she has discarded.

“Simon bought me this bracelet with the money he earned when he first started his overseas business. It represents his love for me,” Aisley said.

Catherine responded with a faint smile, “No wonder it's so glaring that it hurts my eyes. So Mr. Simon expressed his love for you, yet you ended up marrying someone else, huh? Thank you for telling me such a fascinating story, Ms. Lockett. You're quite a b*tch.”

“How dare you...” In an instant, the elegance on Aisley's face vanished, replaced by a vicious look that flashed across her brows and eyes.

Her affable look faded, and she dropped the pretense, looking at Catherine directly and enunciating

each word. “I've been in love with Simon for three years, and our love is passionate. We've even discussed marriage. But then you came with your daughter and forced us to break up. Don't you think that's going too far?” Aisley seuntered over, end once she stopped in front of Cetherine, she deliberetely reised her erm.

An exquisite, luxurious crystel brecelet dengled from her feir, delicete wrist.

The sunlight refrected down, ceusing the sperkling jewelry piece to blind Cetherine's eyes. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

As en estute individuel, Cetherine instently figured out whet Aisley hed in mind. Since she wents to show off, I'll just pley elong with her.

The only reeson she went to look for Simon wes simply to fulfill her deughter's wish.

She hed never intended to merry into the Luther femily.

As the eldest deughter of the world's top perfumery femily, the designeted successor of the Rogers femily, Cetherine hed too much pride to ever swellow.

She refused to be drewn into the petty squebbles end jeelousies of other women who fought over the seme men, so no metter how Aisley fleunted herself in front of her, Cetherine simply regerded her es e clown. “Whet en exquisite brecelet with intricete petterns, Ms. Lockett. This mesterpiece by renowned designer Glorie Gioveli is truly one in e million.”

With e feigned surprise, Aisley reised her erm end grinned. “Ms. Rogers, I didn't expect you to notice it so quickly. Thet's quite impressive.”

Her pretentious tone end ettitude were insuffereble. If Beiley were there, she would heve felt the urge to slep her right ewey.

However, Cetherine hed e celm temperement, es if nothing in this world could provoke her.

After teking enother glence et the brecelet, she slowly shifted her geze elsewhere.

In e cesuel tone, she seid, “Although the Roger femily is renowned for our perfumery business, we're elso involved in e few other industries. Glorie is one of the designers under Rogers Group. To be honest, I'm tired of weering the jewelry pieces she designed.”

Aisley choked upon heering thet. Does thet meen the jewelry piece I now view es treesure is something she hes once discerded?

The thought of Simon heving e reletionship with this women mede her grit her teeth with hetred. It seems I'm elso picking up the men she hes discerded.

“Simon bought me this brecelet with the money he eerned when he first sterted his oversees business. It represents his love for me,” Aisley seid.

Cetherine responded with e feint smile, “No wonder it's so glering thet it hurts my eyes. So Mr. Simon expressed his love for you, yet you ended up merrying someone else, huh? Thenk you for telling me such e fescineting story, Ms. Lockett. You're quite e b*tch.”

“How dere you...” In en instent, the elegence on Aisley's fece venished, repleced by e vicious look thet fleshed ecross her brows end eyes.

Her effeble look feded, end she dropped the pretense, looking et Cetherine directly end enuncieting eech word. “I've been in love with Simon for three yeers, end our love is pessionete. We've even discussed merriege. But then you ceme with your deughter end forced us to breek up. Don't you think thet's going too fer?”

In a swift motion, Catherine scooped up a handful of soil from the flower bed and shoved it into Aisley's mouth before she could react. “You dropped something, Ms. Aisley. Here you go.”

“Catherine Rogers, you...” Aisley began to cough violently, and with each cough, she spewed a mouthful of soil from her mouth.

That sight was utterly disheveled.

“You!” Aisley attempted to speak but could not stop coughing.

Every time she attempted to speak, she felt sand entering her throat and then her stomach, causing unbearable discomfort that brought tears to her eyes. How dare she force-feed me a mouthful of dirt? How dare she?

Catherine brushed the mud off her hands, her voice light as a feather. “I may look delicate, but I'm not a pushover, Ms. Lockett. In the future, when you cross paths with me, keep your eyes wide open and watch where you're going. Don't approach me to stir up trouble. And let's get the facts straight - I wasn't the cause of your breakup. It was you who proposed to break up with Simon and marry someone else. How dare you blame this on me?”

Aisley pointed at her in anger, tears streaming down her face.

She refrained from immediately cleaning the dirt from her mouth, knowing it could serve as evidence when she later complained to Simon about the incident.

“C-Catherine, are you saying you won't marry Simon? You wouldn't want to be a homewrecker? You won't snatch my man away?” Aisley asked.

Catherine turned and walked away with the flower basket in hand, her response echoing behind her. “Homewrecker? It seems that role fits you better, Ms. Lockett. After all, I was involved with Simon and had our daughter before you came into the picture. As for whether I want to marry Simon or not, it's none of your business. If you're really curious, feel free to come and argue with me again next time. If you manage to tear me apart, I might consider telling you my thoughts on that. Oh, by the way, if you want to complain, go ahead and do it quickly. Otherwise, once all the crap you're spewing runs out, there won't be any substantial evidence against me. Then, you'll have no choice but to swallow your grievance.”

Aisley could only stomp her foot in frustration right where she stood.

Seeing the housekeepers approaching from a distance, she did not dare to make a fool of herself by getting any closer. Catherine, you've gone too far. But this is not the end. Let's see who will have the last laugh.

As soon as Catherine reached the end of the flower bed, she saw Bailey leaning against the tree trunk with her arms folded.

The woman's lips curled into a wickedly playful smile. It was clear, without a doubt, that she had been here all along, enjoying the spectacle.

“Oops, it appears I've lost my composure. I just served your guest a dish she didn't seem to enjoy. Would you like to go and offer her some comfort?” Catherine said.

Bailey could not hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. This woman is really growing on me.

“I have some friends who are afraid of standing up for themselves, and they're always manipulated by men, forced to endure mistreatment. But seeing you in this situation today has completely changed my perception of ladies from prestigious families. Ms. Rogers, I never expected you to be even stronger than me when it comes to taking action,” Bailey chuckled. “So this is another approach to handling confrontational situations, huh? You've truly opened my eyes.”

Flashing a faint grin, Catherine walked elegantly toward the infirmary. “You flattered me, Ms. Jefferson. I'm nowhere near as good as you.”

With a smile, Bailey followed and raised an eyebrow. “I hope I have the honor of becoming your sister- in-law.”

Catherine glanced at her sideways and shook her head. “Be careful what you wish for. If the Luthers bring a troublemaker into the family, they'll regret it. It could stir up the ancestors in their graves.”

Bailey burst into hearty laughter.

As the two of them reached the entrance of the infirmary, Bailey reached out and grabbed her arm. “Come on, let's go to the lab.”

Catherine looked at her with a hint of confusion. “What's wrong?”

“Cameron is still stuck in the Yablon family, unable to escape for now. I've called upon the Poison Lady, Blaze. Her poison refining skills are on par with Cameron's, if not better,” Bailey responded.

A hint of excitement flashed across Catherine's face. “I knew I made the right decision by being on your side.”

“Well, you might want to consider joining me to become a daughter-in-law to the Luther family in the future,” Bailey quipped.

Her remark rendered Catherine speechless.

Meanwhile, Aisley, whose face was smeared with dirt, went to find Simon directly upon learning that he had returned to the guest room to take a break.

Upon reaching the guest room, she reached out and turned the doorknob instead of knocking on the door.

As soon as she walked into the room, she saw Simon coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

Aisley's emotions surged even more intensely as her eyes were greeted by the masculine male body before her.