Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Chapter 846 Settle Things

Does this d*mn jerk really think I'm an idiot? My power has now diminished by a third. If another third is gone, I'll be

at the mercy of that bastard. “No need. I can handle that bastard myself. Tucker, you're not planning to dismantle

my power in the Carter family, then seize the opportunity to take over my territory, are you?”

The more Shaun thought about it, the more he was convinced that was the case. A sudden surge of energy coursed

through his body.

Sensing his anger, Tucker quickly tried to soothe him. “No, no, no, I don't have the audacity, I really don't have the

audacity. Shaun, don't get me wrong. I'm just giving you a suggestion. It's okay if you don't want to contribute. Once

I become the head of the Hoffman family, I'll still do everything in my power to help you kill that brat.”

Shaun snorted and pointed toward the door of the ward. “If there's nothing else, you can get lost. Starting today,

our collaboration is completely over. Don't expect any help from me, and likewise, I won't be asking for your

assistance either.”

Tucker chuckled, ready to say something more, but upon seeing Shaun pull out a pistol from his waist, he quickly

shut his mouth. “All right, all right, I'll leave. Take care, Shaun. If you need any help, feel free to give me a call.”

“Get lost!”

After watching Tucker leave the room, Shaun couldn't wait to pull out his phone and dial Veikko's number.

“Bastard, do you want to save your first crush? If so, head to the Galaxy Club tonight. I'll be waiting for you there. If

you don't show up, I'll send the woman you love into the nightclub and let her please the customers.”

A deathly silence ensued.

Two minutes passed without a response from the person on the other end of the line.

Just as Shaun was gradually becoming anxious, Veikko's deep and resonant voice came from the receiver. “Okay. I'll

be there tonight.”

With that, he immediately ended the call.

Listening to the dial tone coming from the receiver, Shaun couldn't help but curl his lips into a wicked smile.

Bastard, I'll set a trap so intricate, you'll find no way out.

Just as Tucker left the ward, he bumped into his personal bodyguard, who was walking toward him.

“Mr. Carter, we've located the illegitimate child of Mr. Philip and Sofie. He's hiding in a subsidiary of the Hoffman

family. It's just that their family business is spread all over the world. Finding his exact location will take some time.”

Tucker abruptly halted, squinting at his bodyguard, and enunciated, “Sofie isn't dead, so she will definitely go find

that bastard. Quickly intensify the search efforts. We must find her illegitimate child before she does. Do you

understand?”

“Yes.”

No sooner had the two left than a slender figure emerged from the end of the corridor.

Astrid watched Tucker's retreating figure coldly, her hand at her sides slowly clenching into a fist.

She won't let off a single one of those who had harmed her.

Just now, Tucker mentioned that Philip and Sofie had an illegitimate child, and he was currently searching for the

latter's whereabouts.

Needless to guess, Tucker was trying to root out his enemies to prevent any illegitimate child from challenging his

right of inheritance.

Astrid wondered if she managed to protect that illegitimate child, would the Hoffman family soon stage a drama of

internal strife and conflict?

She was willing to try anything as long as it could serve as retribution against Tucker. If it weren't for that b*stard,

would I have ended up in this ghastly state I'm in now? If Sofie and her son can be persuaded to target Tucker,

forcing them to fight amongst themselves, that'll be more than perfect. But... how can I get in touch with Sofie and

tell her that Tucker wants to kill her son?

Meanwhile, Zeke, whom the elders of the Hoffman family assumed had already left Moranta, was now leisurely

savoring red wine on the couch inside the study of the Saviors' branch.

Veikko leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, still holding his phone, having just finished a call with Shaun.

“What's the matter? Is he threatening you with that fake Caridee again?” Zeke asked. His expression was a mix of

amusement and seriousness.

Veikko scoffed twice, his countenance somewhat twisted as he emanated an aura of murderous intent. “That

scoundrel truly didn't disappoint me one bit. He was hell-bent on eliminating me, completely disregarding his own

wife and children. I bet he's set a trap for me tonight, planning to take me down at the club. In other words, he's

given up on his wife and son.”

Zeke raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly. “After all, the Caridee he holds captive is a fake. You don't have to bother

about him. Just treat him like a lunatic.”

Veikko clenched his phone tightly, a spine-chilling look of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

He had made up his mind. I've decided to deal with that jerk tonight, to stop him from running around and causing

harm to everyone. “I'm going to settle things with him tonight. He's lived long enough. It's about time he descends

to hell to atone for his sins.”

Seeing that his mind was made up, Zeke no longer tried to dissuade him. “Bay left many hyper-realistic masks

when she departed. Do you need me to disguise myself and accompany you on this journey?”

Veikko slightly lifted his head, rejecting him, “No need, this is a matter between him and me. I want to resolve it

myself. I appreciate your concern, though.”

Even though he knew that Shaun had laid a trap for him at the club, since the latter didn't truly have Caridee in his

hands, Veikko had nothing to fear. So what if I'm going to get heavily surrounded? I can still breakthrough the

ambush to kill him.

At Tarragon Headquarters, inside Micah's mansion's infirmary, Bailey was examining Micah's condition.

After confirming that the ribs on his chest were gradually healing, she couldn't help but tease, “Affection care really

is the most effective treatment. You can start moving around a bit now.”

Micah thanked her, then turned his head to look at Shannon at the foot of the bed. “I must thank Shannon. Without

her attentive care, I wouldn't have recovered so quickly.”

Shannon subtly turned her face away, attempting to change the subject. “How's my brother? He's not hurt, is he?”

Bailey blinked, a sly twinkle flashing in his eyes. “Well... he got intimate with Wendy. They're resting now.”

Everyone else fell silent.

As soon as she spoke, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange.

The smile in Bailey's eyes intensified. She gave Micah a knowing look, then swiftly darted out of the ward.

Micah blinked, struggling to sit up. Just as he managed to lift his head, he suddenly yelped and fell back down again.

Shannon hurriedly stepped forward, instinctively reaching out to lift the blanket off him.

Before her fingers could even touch the fabric, her vision suddenly spun as he pinned her down.

“Micah, what on earth are you doing?”

Micah ignored her, extending his slender fingers to trace her delicate face, his movements tender. “Your brother

did a lot of terrible things to Wendy, but in the end, she forgave him, didn't she? Shannon, I think you can try to

forgive me.”