Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 952 Living Pathetically

If I could exchange Eunice for the Encyclopedia of Poison and Blaze, this would be considered acceptable.

To them, Eunice was nothing more than an insignificant person.

However, since Kurt was collaborating with Broderick, and the latter had asked him to save Eunice, it was

essentially like making a public declaration of their alliance.

Since Kurt had called Bailey today, it proved that he was determined to succeed.

So, there was still room for discussion in this negotiation.

With that in mind, Bailey continued, “Kurt, we are both intelligent people. Since you called me today, it proves that

you are determined to save Eunice. Let's not waste words or haggle. I can release Eunice, but only if you hand over

Blaze.”

After a moment of deadly silence, a full minute passed before Kurt's slightly grim voice came through the phone.

“It's not like I absolutely have to save Eunice. This collaboration was initiated by Broderick himself. He's the one who

needs my help. Bailey, I know you feel guilty about Blaze, and Cameron also feels the same about her. After all, she

is the one paying the price for you both. So, with her in my grasp, you can only obediently let me manipulate the

situation. My relationship with Broderick isn't so good that I'd give up Blaze to save Eunice. I know you genuinely

want to make this deal. After all, you wouldn't gain anything from killing Eunice. Here's the deal. I'll give you the

Encyclopedia of Poison and the toxin formula for the poison that your disciple has been afflicted with. In return, you

have to hand over Eunice.”

Bailey suddenly gripped her phone tightly.

She knew that it would probably be very difficult to make Kurt take a step back and hand over Blaze today.

But if we could obtain the formula for the toxin, develop an antidote, and rid Julie's body of the toxins, that would be

good, too.

Just as Kurt stated, he wouldn't let Blaze off easily, as Blaze is the biggest bargaining chip he held.

Regardless of whether it was me or Cameron, we must inevitably rescue Blaze.

As long as Kurt has control over Blaze, he can manipulate all of us.

So, if he has even a shred of sense, he won't trade Blaze with us.

“All right. We'll do as you say. Hand over the Encyclopedia of Poison and the toxin formula, and I'll hand over Eunice.

You'd better not play any tricks. As the saying goes, always leave some leeway when doing things, so we can meet

on good terms in the future.”

Kurt burst into hearty laughter. “Bailey, you're as arrogant as ever. Hopefully, you'll be as lucky this time, managing

to escape from Gregan unscathed.”

As soon as his words fell he immediately ended the call.

Bailey stared at her phone screen for a while before slowly raising her head to look at Catherine. She said, “I'm

sorry, I made a deal with Kurt without discussing it with you.”

Catherine shook her head and responded softly, “Killing Eunice might relieve some anger, but it won't bring any

substantial benefits. Instead, using her in exchange for the Encyclopedia of Poison and saving Ms. Juliana's life

would be the best choice. You don't need to blame yourself. My only regret is that we can't save Ms. Blaze. She's

trapped, and I bear some responsibility for that. I wish I could rescue her.”

Bailey opened her mouth, ready to say something, when out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed Cameron

standing at the entrance of the living room.

Her body shivered slightly, and she called out, “Cameron.”

The other party didn't respond, quietly turning around and leaving.

Seeing his despondent figure, Bailey felt a pang of inexplicable pain struck her heart.

Among them all, no one would feel more self-reproach, more guilt, and more helpless than Cameron.

Every additional day Blaze remained in Kurt's hands signified another day of suffering for her.

And the pain she endured would be magnified tenfold, even a hundredfold, ultimately drowning Cameron in the

bottomless dark abyss.

“Artemis, take care of the upcoming transaction.”

Having said that, Bailey strode toward the outside.

She pursued all the way to the garden and finally spotted Cameron by the artificial lake.

Bailey strolled over to him, expressing regretfully, “I'm sorry. I wasn't able to rescue Blaze this round.”

Cameron waved his hand, his voice tearing through the silence. “Don't blame yourself. I know you did your best.

Kurt has been coveting Blaze for a very long time. Bailey, did you know that when Blaze used to be all around me, I

would provoke her with words? I even told her not to degrade herself and even to embrace Kurt instead. Looking

back now, every word was a stab to the heart. How painful it must be for her to recall those. “I despise my own

unbridled tongue. Why did I utter such words? She was clearly a pure angel. In the end... In the end...”

Seeing his dejected appearance, Bailey also felt a bitter sensation rising in her heart.

In her memory, Cameron was a confident and arrogant fellow who had never been afraid of anything.

But now, as she looked into his eyes, she could feel the immense fear radiating from him.

It was often said that a woman could change a powerful man, and that statement was absolutely true.

Blaze, are you seeing this? The man you've admired for years now has his heart and eyes filled with nothing but

you.

If you've seen it, then live well.

After the storm, there'll always be sunshine. I believe you, too, can weather the storm until the clouds part to reveal

the light.

“I've stashed away a few bottles of good wine in the cellar. Would you like to join me for a drink? However, I have

one condition. After the intoxication fades, don't wallow in despair. Gather your spirits and prepare to face the

upcoming storm. Cameron, only you can save your woman because it's not her heart that's hurt, but her body.”

Cameron's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something.

After gritting his teeth for quite some time, he finally gave up.

“Join me for a round of alcohol, and when I sober up, I'll face the future anew.”

Bailey let out a sigh of relief.

In recent days, Cameron had been isolating himself in a confined space, wallowing in self-reproach and misery.

If he could walk out of the dark space, that would be the best.

She believed that after enduring this hardship, he would come to appreciate what he had in front of him even

more.

Blaze, that silly girl, exchanged what she had always dreamed of with her devotion.

In a castle in the eastern suburbs.

Inside the master's study.

Kurt had just ended his call with Bailey when the door was pushed open.

An elderly man walked in from outside, bowing deeply toward him.

“Mr. Kurt, we have waited for you for twenty years. Finally, our hopes have been fulfilled, and you have returned.

We're well aware of Mr. Cadence's situation. Sooner or later, we'll have to settle this blood debt with the Luther

family.”

After hearing the elderly man's words, Kurt slowly tightened his grip on the mobile phone in his hand.

In most cases, the illegitimate child would be the one who was ostracized by the legitimate one, driven out of the

house to wander aimlessly and live a pitiful life.

Yet, these brothers found themselves ousted from their own nest by a mistress and an illegitimate child, ultimately

ending up as outcasts with nowhere to go.

If it weren't for the Yablon family taking them in out of respect for their deceased mother, he and his brother

wouldn't have survived to this day. They would have been wiped out long ago by the assassins sent by that nasty

mistress.

“What's the current situation in Venom Valley?”

The elderly man hastily bowed and reported, “Mr. Kurt, Old Mr. White's health is like a withered tree, beyond the

help of medicine. Over the past few years, that malicious woman, Laila, has rapidly expanded her influence,

completely sidelining the head of the family. Now, Old Mr. Whiteis nothing more than a figurehead.

I know that Old Mr. White deeply regrets it. He regrets inviting trouble into his own home. However, even though he

thinks that way, he isn't capable—”

Crack!

An explosive sound interrupted the elderly man's words.