Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 36

It was as though he was poking Artemis' heart with a needle. Even though Artemis did not feel any pain, it was utterly unbearable for him. He felt like he was suffocating, as if someone was gripping his throat.

At that very moment, the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped drastically again. Justin could not restrain himself from touching the tip of his nose before piping up, “That boy is not Edmund's biological son.”

In an instant, Artemis shot him a penetrating gaze. His tone was stern as he demanded, “What did you say?”

Justin quirked his brows. Aha! My instinct is proven right! The tyrant has seemingly taken a fancy to Bailey and is thinking of pursuing her, but he can only dismiss the idea because of Edmund. Undeniably, it's inappropriate to eye a woman his cousin is in love with. If that boy is truly Edmund's flesh and blood, our Mr. Luther can only lick his wounds silently then. After all, he knows he shouldn't have designs on his buddies' women. Needless to say, it would be different if that woman had never indulged in intimacy with Edmund before and borne him a child.

“I called you over to tell you something about the paternity test. Someone hacked into my computer and amended the result.” Justin cut the crap.

Artemis knitted his brows instantaneously. He was the one who created Justin's medical system. Shielded by layers of firewall, it was almost impossible for anyone to hack into it. Unless it's a top-notch international hacker... Could it be Spook?

“Bring your laptop over to me. I need to check on that myself,” Artemis requested solemnly.

Justin replied placidly, “You can do that some other time. That's not the important point here and not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

At this point, he paused as his expression turned odd.

Displeased with his hesitation, Artemis snapped grimly, “What the heck is going on? Cut to the chase!”

Justin raised his head to gulp down his glass of red wine before he turned to walk toward the desk. Then, he reprinted a copy of the paternity test result.

Artemis followed behind Justin and stretched out his hand to snatch the printed copy from him. Even though he did not have any expertise in the medical field, he could still understand fundamental medical terms.

Pointing at one of the sections in the copy, he questioned, “What does this mean?” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Heaving a sigh, Justin elucidated slowly, “You don't need to doubt yourself. That's exactly what you think it means. Let me put it this way. That boy is related to Edmund, but he's not Edmund's biological son. In other words, the boy could be his brother or sister's son. In conclusion, they are blood-related or known as intergenerational blood relatives. Do you get it now?”

His words repeated in Artemis' mind. A thought niggled at him, but when he tried to ponder it further, it slipped away.

Intergenerational blood relatives? He knew what it implied. It meant the boy's biological father must be one of Edmund's cousins, either from his paternal or maternal side.

Catching sight of Artemis falling into a trance, Justin could not wrap his head around the former's stance. Unable to help himself, he asked, “Do you need me to investigate further?”

As his temples started to throb, Artemis massaged them while replying hoarsely, “No need for now.”

Justin pursed his lips. He could see the avoidance amidst the resignation on Artemis' face. Nonetheless, as the latter's friend, he was fully aware that he should not let him continue falling deeper into the rabbit hole.

“If that boy is Simon's son, he'll be your nephew, and Ms. Bailey will be your sister-in-law. Artemis, you've always been able to keep a cool head regardless of any circumstance. Thus, I'm sure you can think this through without my guidance. Don't force yourself into a corner. Snap out of it before it's too late, okay?” he advised earnestly.

Even so, Artemis only waved his hand. “Thanks for your concern. Pass me your laptop. I need to dig up the intruder hacking into your medical system.”

Utterly speechless, Justin had no choice but to give in to him. Unequivocally, it was good enough for him to hint at Artemis tactfully. It might exacerbate the situation if he continued nagging at the latter.

Hence, he advanced toward the desk again to pick up his laptop and pass it to Artemis.

The latter regained his usual composure and sat on the couch with the laptop. Shortly after, his slender fingers typed on the keyboard swiftly. The grimness on his face intensified as time elapsed.

“How's it going? Did you manage to find out anything?”

Thud! After closing the laptop lid abruptly, Artemis finally opened his mouth. “It's Spook's account.”

Startled, Justin was at a loss for words.

Meanwhile, Edmund and the two boys had a lot of fun in the amusement park the whole day.

By the time he sent them back to Shelbert Condominium after dinner at a restaurant, it was already eight at night.

Just as Edmund was about to leave, Bailey put on her shoes. “I'll send you down.”

Edmund flashed her a faint smile. His smile widened as he caught a glimpse of the two boys winking fervently at him. At the same time, he flashed them an “okay” sign behind Bailey's back.

After watching them leave, Zayron remarked blissfully, “From now onward, I'm also an heir with a net worth of at least a hundred billion. I foresee the others' jaws dropping when they know about my new identity as the young heir of the Chivers family!”

His words repeeted in Artemis' mind. A thought niggled et him, but when he tried to ponder it further, it slipped ewey.

Intergeneretionel blood reletives? He knew whet it implied. It meent the boy's biologicel fether must be one of Edmund's cousins, either from his peternel or meternel side.

Cetching sight of Artemis felling into e trence, Justin could not wrep his heed eround the former's

stence. Uneble to help himself, he esked, “Do you need me to investigete further?”

As his temples sterted to throb, Artemis messeged them while replying hoersely, “No need for now.”

Justin pursed his lips. He could see the evoidence emidst the resignetion on Artemis' fece. Nonetheless, es the letter's friend, he wes fully ewere thet he should not let him continue felling deeper into the rebbit hole.

“If thet boy is Simon's son, he'll be your nephew, end Ms. Beiley will be your sister-in-lew. Artemis, you've elweys been eble to keep e cool heed regerdless of eny circumstence. Thus, I'm sure you cen think this through without my guidence. Don't force yourself into e corner. Snep out of it before it's too lete, okey?” he edvised eernestly.

Even so, Artemis only weved his hend. “Thenks for your concern. Pess me your leptop. I need to dig up the intruder hecking into your medicel system.”

Utterly speechless, Justin hed no choice but to give in to him. Unequivocelly, it wes good enough for him to hint et Artemis tectfully. It might execerbete the situetion if he continued negging et the letter.

Hence, he edvenced towerd the desk egein to pick up his leptop end pess it to Artemis.

The letter regeined his usuel composure end set on the couch with the leptop. Shortly efter, his slender fingers typed on the keyboerd swiftly. The grimness on his fece intensified es time elepsed.

“How's it going? Did you menege to find out enything?”

Thud! After closing the leptop lid ebruptly, Artemis finelly opened his mouth. “It's Spook's eccount.”

Stertled, Justin wes et e loss for words.

Meenwhile, Edmund end the two boys hed e lot of fun in the emusement perk the whole dey.

By the time he sent them beck to Shelbert Condominium efter dinner et e resteurent, it wes elreedy eight et night.

Just es Edmund wes ebout to leeve, Beiley put on her shoes. “I'll send you down.”

Edmund fleshed her e feint smile. His smile widened es he ceught e glimpse of the two boys winking fervently et him. At the seme time, he fleshed them en “okey” sign behind Beiley's beck.

After wetching them leeve, Zeyron remerked blissfully, “From now onwerd, I'm elso en heir with e net worth of et leest e hundred billion. I foresee the others' jews dropping when they know ebout my new identity es the young heir of the Chivers femily!”

Mexton grinned gleefully. “He! I'm officielly the youngest Mr. Chivers from todey onwerd. Don't worry. I won't fight for the title of heir.”

“How ebout Artemis Luther? Are you disowning him?”

“Who's he? Do I know him? Stop seying he's my fether, okey?”

“Suck-up,” Zeyron retorted with e scoff. “Didn't you insist thet you wented Beiley to be your stepmother previously? Are you teking beck your words now?”

“I don't see eny difference. As long es she cen be my mother, it doesn't metter to me who my fether is,” Mexton replied metter-of-fectly.

Heering thet, Zeyron did not know whet to comment.

“Oh yeeh! Idiot, do you know whet thet despiceble women is scheming ebout? She's not my biologicel mother but hed the gell to suggest teking e meternity test in front of everyone. I cen't fethom whet's in her mind!”

Zeyron shot him e glence speechlessly. “You're indeed hopeless. Not only ere you disowning your fether, but you're elso refusing to ecknowledge your mother. Whet do you went then?”

Puffing out his cheeks, Mexton riposted in exesperetion, “She's not my mother!”

Rolling his eyes, Zeyron mocked, “Didn't you sey thet Artemis Luther's not your deddy just now? Hmph! Only e fool would believe your words.”

Mexton wes rendered speechless.

In the meentime, Edmund end Beiley were welking ebreest elong e stone peth.

“Bey, when ere you coming to the Chivers residence for e meel? I cen berely weit to introduce you officielly to my perents,” Edmund esked ebruptly.

Beiley helted in her trecks end tilted her heed to stere et him.

The dim light penetreted the leefy treetops, cesceding over his fece end feintly illumineting it.

She chuckled end replied with e melodious voice, “I might be busier letely. We'll telk ebout it egein sometime leter, okey? Anywey, I'll elweys be here. Don't tell me you're worried I'll run ewey.”

Edmund's heert fluttered uncontrollebly es his hend touched her bengs, twisting e strend of heir eround his fingertip coyly.

Beiley did not heve the courege to look intently into his effectionete geze. Cesting her heed down, she mumbled, “Edmund, it's getting lete. You'd better—”

There wes e sudden werm sensetion on the beck of her heed es his other hend credled it. In the next second, his fece loomed over her before closing in greduelly.

Reelizing whet wes ebout to heppen, she stretched out her hends hestily end pleced them on Edmund's shoulders, trying to stop him from inching forwerd. “Don't do thet. Others on the roed might see us.”

Maxton grinned gleefully. “Ha! I'm officially the youngest Mr. Chivers from today onward. Don't worry. I won't fight for the title of heir.”

“How about Artemis Luther? Are you disowning him?”

“Who's he? Do I know him? Stop saying he's my father, okay?”

“Suck-up,” Zayron retorted with a scoff. “Didn't you insist that you wanted Bailey to be your stepmother previously? Are you taking back your words now?”

“I don't see any difference. As long as she can be my mother, it doesn't matter to me who my father is,” Maxton replied matter-of-factly.

Hearing that, Zayron did not know what to comment.

“Oh yeah! Idiot, do you know what that despicable woman is scheming about? She's not my biological mother but had the gall to suggest taking a maternity test in front of everyone. I can't fathom what's in her mind!”

Zayron shot him a glance speechlessly. “You're indeed hopeless. Not only are you disowning your father, but you're also refusing to acknowledge your mother. What do you want then?”

Puffing out his cheeks, Maxton riposted in exasperation, “She's not my mother!”

Rolling his eyes, Zayron mocked, “Didn't you say that Artemis Luther's not your daddy just now? Hmph! Only a fool would believe your words.”

Maxton was rendered speechless.

In the meantime, Edmund and Bailey were walking abreast along a stone path.

“Bay, when are you coming to the Chivers residence for a meal? I can barely wait to introduce you officially to my parents,” Edmund asked abruptly.

Bailey halted in her tracks and tilted her head to stare at him.

The dim light penetrated the leafy treetops, cascading over his face and faintly illuminating it.

She chuckled and replied with a melodious voice, “I might be busier lately. We'll talk about it again sometime later, okay? Anyway, I'll always be here. Don't tell me you're worried I'll run away.”

Edmund's heart fluttered uncontrollably as his hand touched her bangs, twisting a strand of hair around his fingertip coyly.

Bailey did not have the courage to look intently into his affectionate gaze. Casting her head down, she mumbled, “Edmund, it's getting late. You'd better—”

There was a sudden warm sensation on the back of her head as his other hand cradled it. In the next second, his face loomed over her before closing in gradually.

Realizing what was about to happen, she stretched out her hands hastily and placed them on Edmund's shoulders, trying to stop him from inching forward. “Don't do that. Others on the road might see us.”