Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Approximately eight hours into the operation, Glen's cranial nervous system deteriorated. His vital

signs also began to act irregularly, suggesting his life was hanging in the balance.

“Ms. Jefferson, Old Mr. Chivers is experiencing tachycardia.”

“Apply pressure on his eyeballs to stimulate oculocardiac reflex.”

“Ms. Jefferson, Old Mr. Chivers' blood pressure is still on an increasing trend.”

“Inject medication to bring his blood pressure down forcefully.”

“Ms. Jefferson, Old Mr. Chivers is showing signs of respiratory depression.”

“Put him on a ventilator and increase the oxygen saturation.”

“Ms. Jefferson, we've tried that, but his heart rate is still high.”

“I've tried too, but the blood pressure is not coming down.”

“Patient is still in the hypoxic state despite being put on a ventilator.”

The neurologists standing beside her glanced at the vital signs and attempted to persuade Bailey, “Ms.

Jefferson, the patient is currently unstable due to the many haywire parameters. My suggestion is to

stop the surgery at once.”

“I think we should stop the procedure too.”

Bailey turned a deaf ear to their counsels and focused on removing the tumor.

She finally recalled what was wrong.

When she checked Glen's brain the day before, she vaguely noticed his rapidly worsening nervous

system.

At that moment, she assumed that the spread of the tumor triggered deterioration. However, now that

Glen's entire brain structure was plain to see, based on her experienced judgment, Bailey was

confident his declining condition was not induced by the disease.

Glen's brain tumor was not as severe as they imagined, and her incision could not have caused his

nervous system to degenerate so quickly.

His deteriorating condition was catalyzed by an external factor.

In other words, someone had drugged Glen with a type of medication that could bring about the swift

degeneration of the brain nervous system.

“Yonah, I will now mention the name of six types of injections. Follow my instruction to prepare the

medications and inject them into Old Mr. Chivers intravascularly.”

“Okay.”

Bailey proficiently uttered the name and dose of six types of medications without taking a break from

the surgical procedure.

Yonah stared at her in slight astonishment and said with a shaking voice, “M-Ms. Jefferson, these are

all very potent medications. Are you sure you want to mix them up and inject the mixture intravenously

into Old Mr. Chivers?”

“You did not hear me wrong. Just do as I say. I'll bear the full consequences should anything happens.”

“O-Okay. All right.”

Outside the operating room, all members of the Luther family and the Chivers family were tired from the

long hours of waiting as all of them were visibly worn out.

Felicity paced in the corridor, glancing at her wristwatch from time to time.

“Fourteen hours have passed. Why aren't there any updates? Don't tell me something bad happened,

and Bailey is afraid of coming out to face us.”

“You need to stop talking,” Yoel snapped at her.

She glared at him and uttered, “You signed the consent form, and you are also the one who made the

decision. If something undesirable happens to Father, I'll have you to blame.”

Yoel was stumped. His face darkened as he stood to one side.

Felicity added fiercely, “If this surgery goes south and costs Father's life, I will make sure she pays the

price by making her keep Father company in the afterlife.”

Right after she spoke, a yelp rang out from the bench nearby. Gwendolyn squealed anxiously, “Max,

what happened to you?”

Everyone turned to look in that direction, and their expressions changed drastically at the sight of

Maxton lying in Gwendolyn's arms. He was foaming at the mouth, and his body was twitching.

Felicity was the first to rush over. She pulled Maxton away from Gwendolyn and into her embrace.

Felicity questioned sternly, “What's going on? What happened?”

Zayron and Susan exchanged glances before Susan piped up gingerly, “Max kept saying his head was

aching, and he was feeling nauseous and out of breath. I wanted to inform you all, but he forbade me

from doing so. Max has been enduring that discomfort until now.”

Felicity glowered at her and bellowed, “You fool! You kept your mouth shut because Max told you so?

Aren't you very witty on normal days? Why are you turning into a mute now?”

Zayron leaped to his feet at once and stared at Felicity coldly. He gritted his teeth and said, “Watch

your mouth. Don't simply slander others with your bullsh*t. If she's a fool, what does that make you? A

fool's ancestor?”

“You—”

“That's enough. Get a hold of yourselves.” Artemis strode forward and narrowed his eyes at his son,

now lying in Felicity's arms. An unfathomable look flashed across his face.

Gwendolyn hurriedly stood up and said to Felicity, “Felicity, Yoel and the others will be staying here. We

should quickly send Max to the family doctor's office to check his condition. We must not let anything

happen to him.”

Felicity was worried sick about her grandson, so she did not have the effort to spare to argue with

Artemis. She glared at Zayron before picking Maxton up in her arms and leaving.