Return with My Kickass Triplets

"No, no…" Sunlight seeped through the thin curtains, casting a pale glow on the cold room. Laura, heavily pregnant, huddled in the corner, her disheveled hair framing her face, which was drawn and weary. The servants stood around her, their expressions cold and eyes filled with contempt. After exchanging looks, they ignored her protests and, with no mercy, grabbed her wrists and forced a bowl of liquid down her throat. Laura gagged, choking as half of the liquid spilled out, dripping down her face and sticking to her skin, making her appearance even more haggard. The contents of the bowl weren't poison or anything harmful. In fact, they were nutritional supplements, meant to keep her alive, even though she refused to eat or drink. They were keeping her alive just enough to endure the torment. "Behave yourself!" one of the servants gritted out, increasing the pressure on her arms as she reprimanded her, then grabbed another bowl and forced more liquid into Laura's mouth. "You still think you're the Weston family's precious daughter, the socialite of Zane City? You're nothing but the daughter of a r****t now, disgusting!" The words "r****t" cut through her like a knife. With every ounce of strength she had left, Laura shoved the servant away. The bowl fell to the floor and shattered into pieces, the sharp shards scattering across the ground. "My father was framed! I want to see Simon!" Laura shouted hoarsely. She'd said these words so many times before that they had lost their meaning. No one believed her anymore. Everyone assumed she was just trying to cover up for her father's sins, and it only made them despise her more. The servant carelessly swept the shards off the floor and sneered. "Mr. Morgan is too busy to see you. Once you give birth, you can leave." With that, the door slammed shut. The curtains fluttered in the breeze, revealing a black wire mesh outside the window, a barrier to prevent her from escaping. As a child, she and Simon used to play in this attic. She once told him how much she loved it, how it felt so close to the stars. But now, this attic had become her prison. Laura secretly gripped the shard she had hidden. The sharp edge cut her hand, but she hardly seemed to feel the pain. Below, the sound of a car engine reached her ears. She moved to the window and peeked through the gaps in the wire mesh, only to see Simon getting out of the car with a young woman. "Simon!" she screamed, her voice trembling with desperation. Simon glanced up at her, his eyes cold and distant, then turned away, walking into the villa with the woman, completely ignoring her cries. Frantically, Laura pounded on the door, trying to cut through the iron window with the porcelain shard, screaming in frustration. Time passed, she couldn't even tell how long it had been, until the door creaked open. But instead of Simon, the person who walked in was the sweet, innocent-looking girl in a white dress who had been downstairs earlier. "Harrison," Laura snapped, rushing forward and grabbing the girl's wrist. Her eyes burned with fury. "You know my father could never have hurt you. He treated you like his own daughter. Why are you lying about him?" "His own daughter?" Harrison scoffed. "You're his real daughter. From the moment he sent you to Simon's bed, your whole family deserved to die!" Laura's heart froze as she looked into the venomous eyes of the girl she once thought of as family. How could my parents have raised a snake for over ten years? "So, this wasn't some spur-of-the-moment decision, was it? This was all planned. What do you want, the Weston family or Simon?" Laura demanded, her voice shaking with anger. Before she could finish, Harrison threw a newspaper on the floor. The headline blared: Weston Group bankrupt, Mr. Weston arrested, Mrs. Weston dies after falling from a building. "How… how is this possible? There's no evidence! It can't be true!" Laura was on the edge of a breakdown, her hands trembling as she gripped Harrison's wrist tighter, wishing she could crush her bones. "This is all thanks to Simon pressuring Weston Group," Harrison said, her gaze now fixed on Laura's swollen belly, a malicious gleam in her eyes. "Otherwise, your parents wouldn't have been finished off so quickly." A sudden scream broke through the tense air. When Simon rushed up with the others, they found Harrison lying in a pool of blood, her face covered in crimson. Meanwhile, Laura, still pregnant, clung to Simon's arm, weakly trying to explain her innocence. "Simon, don't blame my sister," Harrison whimpered, her voice faint as she slumped into Simon's arms, her head a mess of blood. "But she grabbed my head and slammed it into the wall. It really hurt…" "It wasn't me! I didn't do it! She ran into the wall herself!" Laura's voice was a desperate plea, her hands shaking. But no one believed her. The servants murmured to each other with righteous disdain, condemning the entire Weston family. "They're all bad people. The father's a r****t, and now the daughter wants to be a murderer." "Poor Miss Harrison. Raised by such demons. Will she die at their hands too?" "At least Miss Harrison is kind-hearted. If she hadn't been persuading Simon all along, he would've divorced that evil woman and kicked her out a long time ago." Each word felt like a dagger in Laura's heart. She took a step forward, desperately reaching for Simon. 'He's the only one who can save my father now.’ "Simon, I'll take the blame for everything. Please spare my father. He's innocent! If you want revenge on Harrison, take my life!" Laura cried. But to everyone's ears, it was nothing but absurdity. Simon stood, holding the unconscious Harrison in his arms, looking down at Laura with icy indifference. "Stop trying to use death to manipulate me. What you owe Harrison will take your entire life to repay." The words hit Laura like a punch to the gut, and she collapsed to the floor, the noise of the world around her fading away. Simon wouldn't spare her father, and he wouldn't let her go either. If she stayed with the Morgans, there was no hope left… With trembling hands, Laura pulled out the broken porcelain shard from her pocket, placed her hand on her belly, and her eyes filled with determination. She then made a swift movement and slashed her wrist open. Simon had taken Harrison to the hospital and, in the chaos, left his phone behind in the car. Two hours later, he finally received the news. The servant trembled as she knelt before him. "Mr. Morgan, she slit her wrists. By the time we found her, she was already gone. The driver rushed her to the hospital, but the car crashed and fell into the sea. They haven't been able to find them yet…" Simon's gaze was chilling as he stared at the porcelain shards and dried blood on the floor. His fury was palpable, and the servants held their breath. "She's been swimming since she was three. She won't drown. Gather everyone. Find her!" "Stop looking, Simon. Maybe this is her atonement," Harrison murmured softly, but when she met Simon's icy gaze, she quickly swallowed the rest of her words. "She is not allowed to die without my permission!" Simon's anger flared, his fists clenched as he stormed out, his intentions unreadable to those around him. Later that night, Simon sat in front of his computer, his eyes bloodshot as he combed through the airport security footage frame by frame. The assistant was about to suggest he rest, but didn't dare to speak up. Suddenly, Simon's eyes locked on a pregnant woman on the screen, her face hidden by a hat and mask. He hit pause. Though the image was unclear, Simon recognized the silhouette immediately. His voice was low but tinged with both anger and something else, something like urgency. "Find out which flight she boarded!"