Super Mommy and Her Triplets

She was the matriarch of that manor.

All the tycoons from the business world would politely address her as Mrs. Gezmond.

Her name was Wendy Hoffman. She was a wealthy lady born in a prominent, highly affluent family from

Adrune.

Six years ago, she married LG Corporation's owner, Mr. Gezmond, raising her status further as one of

the most honorable women internationally.

At that moment, she was frowning at the darkened screen of a phone. She parted her lips and

muttered, “That was so weird. We were engaged in a conversation. Why did she suddenly fall silent

and hang up the call?”

Amidst her mumbling, a click sound suddenly rang inside the spacious room.

She instinctively turned to look and saw the bathroom door was opened, then a tall man emerged.

He was a man from Aploth with delicate facial features. His brows were neatly trimmed, and his nose

aquiline-shaped. He had a set of thin lips, a narrow chin, and a chiseled jawline. As a whole, his face

was flawless.

That man was very handsome. His every move highlighted his gracefulness and sophistication.

He was wearing black pajamas with his belt undone.

Large beads of water rolled down his muscular and tanned chest, causing him to radiate a seductive

manly vibe that could make any woman lose their mind.

Wendy gulped and said hoarsely, “Nell, are you testing my patience, or should I say, are you trying to

seduce me?”

Lionel was momentarily dazed before realizing there was another person inside the room.

After his gaze swept past her face, Lionel subconsciously reached out to fasten his belt.

As he worked on his belt, he uttered in his deep and magnetic voice, “Did I not ask you to wait in the

living room? Why did you come upstairs?”

Wendy chuckled and waved the phone in her hand. “Someone called you. I wanted to bring the phone

to you so you could answer the phone, but I saw you were showering, so I picked up the call in your

stead.”

Lionel appeared unfazed as he asked casually, “Who called?”

“The number is not registered in your contact list.”

With that, she tilted her head in perplexity and said, “Did you not set your phone number as a private

line that disallows unknown numbers to contact you? How did that number earlier get through?”

Slightly taken aback, he narrowed his eyes and asked, “What is the number?”

Wendy repeated the number to him.

At that instant, a hint of an inexplicable look flashed across Lionel's dark eyes, but he swiftly recollected

himself and feigned nonchalance the next moment.

“She was asking for Mr. Gezmond, so I think she should be your acquaintance, right? And you even

specifically allowed that number to be connected to your line. Is she an old friend of yours?”

“You're overthinking this matter.” Lionel picked up a pair of slippers from the shoe rack and strode up to

her. He said, “Although the floor is layered with carpet, it is still cold. You should never walk around the

house barefoot next time. Do you hear me?”

She pouted and reminded him, “You haven't answered my question. Is this woman an old friend of

yours?”

Instead of replying to her, he slowly crouched down on the floor and gently lifted her tender and slim

ankle before helping her put on the slippers.

After that, Lionel straightened himself and said to her, “I'm going to get changed now. Then, I'll bring

you and Yonathan to have our meal outside.”

Wendy slightly narrowed her eyes as she watched his leaving figure disappear into the changing room.

She murmured, “He has never avoided answering my questions since I've known him for so many

years. He's been dodging and refusing to respond to my many questions today. Are there more

unknown stories behind this issue?”

The following day was the day Bailey would perform a craniotomy on Glen.

All the media in Hallsbay received the news. As a result, many reporters had camped outside the

Chivers residence early in the morning, hoping to be the first ones to receive the latest information.

The reporters were not the only party there. Many citizens had also hurried over to spectate the

occasion.

After all, that was a significant matter involving the first surgery performed by Anonymous following her

reappearance. Therefore, that operation garnered significant publicity.

Moreover, no one dared to accept that procedure previously because none of the other doctors had the

confidence to assure success.

The public wanted to see if Anonymous was capable of achieving the miraculous feat and saving

Glen's life.

Outside the operating room, almost every member of the Luther family and Chivers family were

present.

Yoel held Bailey's arm and uttered solemnly, “Ms. Jefferson, I'll be leaving my father in your care. You

must try your best to secure his life. If this surgery is successful, you'll be the Chivers family's savior,

and I will not interfere further in your relationship with Edmund.”

Artemis, who was standing aside, narrowed his eyes.

He did not fancy listening to Yoel's statement.

Edmund chuckled. “Father, stop pressuring Bay. She will undoubtedly put forth her best effort.

However, the outcome of this surgery will have to depend on Grandpa's fate.”