Semua Bab Bearing Triplets After Forced Marriage: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Soon, another servant was brought in.It was an older woman. When she saw the male servant’s bruised and swollen face, and then looked at Benjamin’s cold and expressionless face, her whole body trembled.She kept her head down, not daring to look at him, her chubby fingers twisting nervously.Benjamin sat lazily in his wheelchair, noble and proud, his broad and elegant hand gently stroking his son’s back.“Speak. Why did you lie?” Benjamin’s sharp gaze bore into her.“I-I didn’t lie,” the aunt stammered, her voice cracking with panic, her eyes darting around, completely flustered.“Hmph! He already confessed. Are you still going to hold out?” His icy voice was full of fury.The woman’s face turned ashen.They had agreed beforehand to keep their stories straight—no one was to confess.That damn man, just a few punches and he spilled everything. No wonder he could only ever be a servant.“Mr. Schmidt, I had no choice,” she sobbed. “My husband is bedridden and we needed the money. Someon

“Evelyn, you’ve already lost tens of millions in the past few days. Yesterday alone, you lost several more millions. Do you think the Wilson family is made of money?”“It’s been less than a month, and you’ve already lost nearly a hundred million. That’s equivalent to three or four years of net profit for our company. Business is tough now, money is hard to earn, and I was counting on this investment—but look at you, you’ve already gambled it away!”Amanda could tell it was her father, Caleb, speaking.“Honey, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” Evelyn pleaded softly. “After losing a few million, I thought I’d get lucky and win it back. But the more I played, the deeper I fell.”“Honey, I swear I won’t gamble again. Please, forgive me this time.” Her gentle, pleading tone was enough to give anyone goosebumps.Evelyn was truly feeling miserable. Her luck had been abysmal lately. Yesterday alone, she lost 40 million in one go, which made her so furious she passed out and had to be rushed

"Ah… Uncle, I’m at the market buying groceries. Cabbage is really cheap! I’m going to get some. Bye-bye!" Little Terry chirped as he prepared to hang up the phone.How could Benjamin allow that?He immediately sent a video call request.Little Terry was pulling a small cart with one hand, holding the phone in the other, and even had a baby bottle hanging around his neck. When he saw the video request from his uncle, he could only watch helplessly as the elderly shoppers around him snatched up all the cabbage. Reluctantly, he accepted the video call."Uncle, why did you want to see me?" Little Terry asked cheerfully with a big smile.Benjamin saw that Little Terry was indeed at the market. His small face was flushed from the heat. He wore a white sunhat, a white T-shirt, and denim overalls. The baby bottle still hung from his neck. He looked both adorable and pitiful.Benjamin’s emotions stirred violently—he hadn’t expected to see such a heartbreaking sight."Where’s your mommy?" he as

Benjamin frowned unhappily.Amanda continued eating shrimp casually, completely unfazed by the shrill, rage-filled shouting.The woman shouting was Mary, wife of George—Benjamin's third brother.Their eldest daughter was Sheila, an outstanding student from a young age who was now working in the entertainment industry. The second daughter was Stacey, and the youngest was Simon.The Schmidt family was large and prosperous. Old Mr. Schmidt didn’t mind the noise and bustle, so the whole extended family lived nearby in individual villas within a walled estate. The estate spanned for miles, all Schmidt family land. There was a golf course behind the mountain, a helipad, a horse ranch, and countless luxury recreational facilities.People who saw it often muttered the same words: “Obscenely rich.”After analyzing all these connections in her head, Amanda watched as Mary walked in with her daughter, Sheila.Mary was well-maintained. Though she was in her forties, she looked barely over thirty—

"Mr. Schmidt, her name is Zora—just an ordinary girl who can cook a few good dishes. Nothing special. Maybe it was too dark that night and you mistook her for someone else,” Carl said.Barry still looked suspicious. Had he really mistaken someone else for her?Impossible.“No. Something must’ve gone wrong,” Barry was sure he hadn't been mistaken.Carl chuckled nervously, “So what exactly went wrong? You think she was swapped out for someone else?”Barry frowned, recalling that night. The lighting in the backyard had been dim, but he’d clearly seen Amanda’s face as she passed by. The two women weren’t even wearing the same outfit.“No switch. But I know what I saw.”Carl wisely kept quiet. It wasn’t smart to dig himself into more trouble.Barry still couldn’t swallow his anger. He couldn’t pinpoint what had gone wrong, and that frustrated him even more.“Keep watching the Lowe family. If they fall, acquire them immediately. We don’t know who reported them, but it gives us the perfect e