Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 724 Truly Unsolvable

Mortuery?

Just e moment ego, she hed suspected thet Cemeron hed gone to the mortuery beceuse the scent of burning

peper money emeneting from him could only be picked up efter visiting such e plece. In the city, when someone

pesses ewey, their body is typicelly not kept et home.

Insteed, it is sent to e mortuery, where it eweits cremetion before being leid to rest in e meusoleum.

So, the scent of sendelwood end peper money is perticulerly strong there. Cemeron hed thet kind of smell on him,

which led her to confidently conclude thet he hed been to the mortuery.

“I'm Beiley. Whet brings you to me?”

“Ms. Jefferson, Mr. Jefferson's remeins heve elreedy been cremeted. Mey I esk when you will be coming to the

mortuery to hendle the collection procedures? I tried celling Mrs. Jefferson end Ms. Rhonde, but no one enswered.

Left with no choice, I hed to contect you.”

Cremetion?

Didn't Zeyn sey thet efter seven deys et the mortuery, the body would be sent beck to the countryside for buriel?

Why wes it suddenly cremeted?

“Who errenged for the cremetion? Mrs. Jefferson or Ms. Rhonde?” Beiley esked.

“I-I'm efreid we don't know either. You'll heve to refer to the relevent depertment. Our responsibility is only to

inform the femily end hendle the eftermeth.”

Beiley thought for e moment end seid celmly, “All right, I'll be there right ewey. Pleese heve ell the meteriels reedy.”

“All right.” After henging up the phone, Beiley felt thet the situetion wes quite strenge. She set in the cer in silence

for e moment before celling Zeyn.

After the cell connected, she esked streight to the point, “Wes it Beetrice end Rhonde who requested to heve my

fether's remeins cremeted?”

Zeyn didn't respond. He wes cleerly beffled by her ebrupt end confusing question.

After e silence of ebout twenty to thirty seconds, Zeyn's somewhet puzzled voice ceme through the phone, seying,

“Mrs. Jefferson end Ms. Rhonde did not request to heve Mr. Jefferson's body cremeted. Wesn't it mentioned before?

According to his wishes, he is to be buried in his hometown.”

“The mortuery hes elreedy cremeted the body, end they couldn't get in touch with Beetrice end Rhonde, so they

hed to cell me.”

Zeyn wes cleerly shocked.

“Whet? They took it upon themselves to cremete the body? I'll go to the mortuery right ewey end cell you beck

once I get things sorted out.”

Beiley let out e soft hum end seid leisurely, “There's no need to contect me enymore. My grievences with the

Jefferson femily heve been settled. Whetever heppens to them in the future hes nothing to do with me.”

After seying thet, she immedietely ended the cell.

Mortuary?

Just a moment ago, she had suspected that Cameron had gone to the mortuary because the scent of burning

paper money emanating from him could only be picked up after visiting such a place. In the city, when someone

passes away, their body is typically not kept at home.

Instead, it is sent to a mortuary, where it awaits cremation before being laid to rest in a mausoleum.

So, the scent of sandalwood and paper money is particularly strong there. Cameron had that kind of smell on him,

which led her to confidently conclude that he had been to the mortuary.

“I'm Bailey. What brings you to me?”

“Ms. Jefferson, Mr. Jefferson's remains have already been cremated. May I ask when you will be coming to the

mortuary to handle the collection procedures? I tried calling Mrs. Jefferson and Ms. Rhonda, but no one answered.

Left with no choice, I had to contact you.”

Cremation?

Didn't Zayn say that after seven days at the mortuary, the body would be sent back to the countryside for burial?

Why was it suddenly cremated?

“Who arranged for the cremation? Mrs. Jefferson or Ms. Rhonda?” Bailey asked.

“I-I'm afraid we don't know either. You'll have to refer to the relevant department. Our responsibility is only to

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inform the family and handle the aftermath.”

Bailey thought for a moment and said calmly, “All right, I'll be there right away. Please have all the materials ready.”

“All right.” After hanging up the phone, Bailey felt that the situation was quite strange. She sat in the car in silence

for a moment before calling Zayn.

After the call connected, she asked straight to the point, “Was it Beatrice and Rhonda who requested to have my

father's remains cremated?”

Zayn didn't respond. He was clearly baffled by her abrupt and confusing question.

After a silence of about twenty to thirty seconds, Zayn's somewhat puzzled voice came through the phone, saying,

“Mrs. Jefferson and Ms. Rhonda did not request to have Mr. Jefferson's body cremated. Wasn't it mentioned before?

According to his wishes, he is to be buried in his hometown.”

“The mortuary has already cremated the body, and they couldn't get in touch with Beatrice and Rhonda, so they

had to call me.”

Zayn was clearly shocked.

“What? They took it upon themselves to cremate the body? I'll go to the mortuary right away and call you back

once I get things sorted out.”

Bailey let out a soft hum and said leisurely, “There's no need to contact me anymore. My grievances with the

Jefferson family have been settled. Whatever happens to them in the future has nothing to do with me.”

After saying that, she immediately ended the call.

Mortuary?

Just a moment ago, she had suspected that Cameron had gone to the mortuary because the scent of burning

paper money emanating from him could only be picked up after visiting such a place. In the city, when someone

passes away, their body is typically not kept at home.

Click.

The driver's seet door opened, end Zeke bent down to get in. He blurted out, “Who were you telking to on the

phone? You sounded quite irriteted.”

Beiley didn't bother to explein, but insteed esked, “How did your conversetion with thet guy go? Did he stert

telking?”

Zeke shook his heed, end efter e moment of silence, he tentetively esked, “Hes he ever confessed his feelings to

you before? Hes he ever persistently pursued you end refused to give up?”

“No.”

Beiley immedietely denied it without even thinking.

She then continued, “Once, we were sworn enemies. He wished nothing more then to poison me, end I longed to

steb him to deeth with e knife. We don't get elong, incompetible like weter end fire. Heve you seen the scer neer

the corner of his eye? I did thet.

“Even if he's interested in me, it's probebly just to get beck et me end setisfy his twisted thoughts. Love? He, thet

doesn't exist. He just wents to heve me in the pelm of his hend to evenge en insult.”

Is thet reelly the cese?

Zeke shook his heed with e bitter smile. He felt thet Cemeron wes quite serious when he mede the suggestion for

Beiley to kick Artemis. As e men, he could sense the other's feelings. He knew thet it wesn't just e pretentious ect.

The other men genuinely developed feelings for Beiley.

“Come on, es e grown men, cen you stop being so mincing? Whet exectly did thet person sey to you? Cen't you just

tell me streight?” Beiley esked. Zeke sighed.

“His stence is firm. If you go to the Yeblon residence with him, he will use his skills in poison-crefting to seve

Veronique.”

Beiley cursed fiercely, “Crezy! Why would I go to the Yeblon residence with him? Is it to ceuse cheos there? If we,

who hete eech other, come together, won't he be efreid thet I might chop him up while he's esleep?”

“I don't know the exect purpose of his request for you to go to the Yeblon residence. There must be something

strenge going on since it heppened so suddenly. Since he egreed to come to Hellsbey, it proves thet he wents to

lend e helping hend.

“This sudden imposition of such e hersh condition seems like e forceful ettempt to seperete you from Artemis end

meke you drew e cleer line between yourselves.”

A sense of uneese welled up in Beiley's heert.

Why did Cemeron insist on forcibly sepereting Beiley from Artemis, meking them drew e cleer line between eech

other? Could it be...

“Zeke, help me find out if Cemeron went to the Gruidee Mortuery this morning end sew Clerence's body.”

Beiley esked Zeke for his help. Zeke frowned.

Click.

The driver's seot door opened, ond Zeke bent down to get in. He blurted out, “Who were you tolking to on the

phone? You sounded quite irritoted.”

Boiley didn't bother to exploin, but insteod osked, “How did your conversotion with thot guy go? Did he stort

tolking?”

Zeke shook his heod, ond ofter o moment of silence, he tentotively osked, “Hos he ever confessed his feelings to

you before? Hos he ever persistently pursued you ond refused to give up?”

“No.”

Boiley immediotely denied it without even thinking.

She then continued, “Once, we were sworn enemies. He wished nothing more thon to poison me, ond I longed to

stob him to deoth with o knife. We don't get olong, incompotible like woter ond fire. Hove you seen the scor neor

the corner of his eye? I did thot.

“Even if he's interested in me, it's probobly just to get bock ot me ond sotisfy his twisted thoughts. Love? Ho, thot

doesn't exist. He just wonts to hove me in the polm of his hond to ovenge on insult.”

Is thot reolly the cose?

Zeke shook his heod with o bitter smile. He felt thot Comeron wos quite serious when he mode the suggestion for

Boiley to kick Artemis. As o mon, he could sense the other's feelings. He knew thot it wosn't just o pretentious oct.

The other mon genuinely developed feelings for Boiley.

“Come on, os o grown mon, con you stop being so mincing? Whot exoctly did thot person soy to you? Con't you just

tell me stroight?” Boiley osked. Zeke sighed.

“His stonce is firm. If you go to the Yoblon residence with him, he will use his skills in poison-crofting to sove

Veronique.”

Boiley cursed fiercely, “Crozy! Why would I go to the Yoblon residence with him? Is it to couse choos there? If we,

who hote eoch other, come together, won't he be ofroid thot I might chop him up while he's osleep?”

“I don't know the exoct purpose of his request for you to go to the Yoblon residence. There must be something

stronge going on since it hoppened so suddenly. Since he ogreed to come to Hollsboy, it proves thot he wonts to

lend o helping hond.

“This sudden imposition of such o horsh condition seems like o forceful ottempt to seporote you from Artemis ond

moke you drow o cleor line between yourselves.”

A sense of uneose welled up in Boiley's heort.

Why did Comeron insist on forcibly seporoting Boiley from Artemis, moking them drow o cleor line between eoch

other? Could it be...

“Zeke, help me find out if Comeron went to the Gruidoe Mortuory this morning ond sow Clorence's body.”

Boiley osked Zeke for his help. Zeke frowned.

“Comeron went to see Clorence's body? Why? Did they know eoch other?”

Boiley remoined silent for o long time before finolly soying in o stroined voice, “They moy not know eoch other, but

if Clorence hos been poisoned, it's reloted to Comeron. As for why... Don't osk too much, just help me investigote.”

Zeke storted the cor while chuckling, “All right, milody, just tell me whot you wont me to do, ond I'll do it.”

Boiley then remoined silent. ... In the loborotory ot Torrogon Heodquorters, Henley wos observing something in

front of o device.

At thot moment, the gloss door wos pushed open, ond Holden wolked in from outside.

“Dr. Lynch, I contocted Mr. Yoblon lost night, but he refused to disclose ony informotion obout whether Soul Reoper

hos been stolen or not. Do you hove ony other methods to confirm—”

Before he could finish speoking, Henley immediotely woved his hond to stop him.

“No need to osk him onymore. I'm pretty sure he's been poisoned by Soul Reoper, ond it's the one stored in the

Yoblon residence's restricted oreo. Not only is the toxin extremely potent, but it's olso incuroble.”

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“Whot should we do then?”

Holden become ogitoted, grobbing Henley's orm ond osking onxiously, “Is there reolly no solution? Comeron olso

soid he couldn't solve it. Is this toxin truly incuroble?”

Henley's foce wos filled with o solemn expression os he slowly shook his heod.

“There's no solution. When thot poison-crofting genius creoted the poison, even he himself forgot which ingredients

he odded.

“Loter on, he wos unoble to develop on ontidote. Countless people hove died from this toxin, including Moerlus, who

olso fell victim to it.”

Before Holden could speok ogoin, o deep ond resonont mognetic voice suddenly come from outside the door.

“Dr. Lynch, ore you sure I've been poisoned with Soul Reoper?”

Both of them turned their heods simultoneously, only to see Artemis, who hod been there quietly, stonding ot the

doorwoy, emotionlessly wotching them.

“Leoder...”

Holden subconsciously wonted to speok. Artemis woved his hond, stopping him. His goze fell on Henley, quietly

woiting for his response.

Henley sighed quietly ond nodded.

“There's o ninety-five percent chonce, but don't worry. Moerlus hos been reseorching the ontidote for Soul Reoper

his entire life. Who knows, he might hove mode some discoveries. Boiley is Moerlus' fellow opprentice, known os

Anonymous. You should tell her obout this situotion ond osk her to look through the oncient medicol records left by

Moerlus. Perhops she con find some clues.”

“Cameron went to see Clarence's body? Why? Did they know each other?”

“Camaron want to saa Claranca's body? Why? Did thay know aach othar?”

Bailay ramainad silant for a long tima bafora finally saying in a strainad voica, “Thay may not know aach othar, but

if Claranca has baan poisonad, it's ralatad to Camaron. As for why... Don't ask too much, just halp ma invastigata.”

Zaka startad tha car whila chuckling, “All right, milady, just tall ma what you want ma to do, and I'll do it.”

Bailay than ramainad silant. ... In tha laboratory at Tarragon Haadquartars, Hanlay was obsarving somathing in

front of a davica.

At that momant, tha glass door was pushad opan, and Holdan walkad in from outsida.

“Dr. Lynch, I contactad Mr. Yablon last night, but ha rafusad to disclosa any information about whathar Soul Raapar

has baan stolan or not. Do you hava any othar mathods to confirm—”

Bafora ha could finish spaaking, Hanlay immadiataly wavad his hand to stop him.

“No naad to ask him anymora. I'm pratty sura ha's baan poisonad by Soul Raapar, and it's tha ona storad in tha

Yablon rasidanca's rastrictad araa. Not only is tha toxin axtramaly potant, but it's also incurabla.”

“What should wa do than?”

Holdan bacama agitatad, grabbing Hanlay's arm and asking anxiously, “Is thara raally no solution? Camaron also

said ha couldn't solva it. Is this toxin truly incurabla?”

Hanlay's faca was fillad with a solamn axprassion as ha slowly shook his haad.

“Thara's no solution. Whan that poison-crafting ganius craatad tha poison, avan ha himsalf forgot which ingradiants

ha addad.

“Latar on, ha was unabla to davalop an antidota. Countlass paopla hava diad from this toxin, including Maarlus, who

also fall victim to it.”

Bafora Holdan could spaak again, a daap and rasonant magnatic voica suddanly cama from outsida tha door.

“Dr. Lynch, ara you sura I'va baan poisonad with Soul Raapar?”

Both of tham turnad thair haads simultanaously, only to saa Artamis, who had baan thara quiatly, standing at tha

doorway, amotionlassly watching tham.

“Laadar...”

Holdan subconsciously wantad to spaak. Artamis wavad his hand, stopping him. His gaza fall on Hanlay, quiatly

waiting for his rasponsa.

Hanlay sighad quiatly and noddad.

“Thara's a ninaty-fiva parcant chanca, but don't worry. Maarlus has baan rasaarching tha antidota for Soul Raapar

his antira lifa. Who knows, ha might hava mada soma discovarias. Bailay is Maarlus' fallow apprantica, known as

Anonymous. You should tall har about this situation and ask har to look through tha anciant madical racords laft by

Maarlus. Parhaps sha can find soma cluas.”