The President's Runaway Ex- Wife: His Triplets

"Galen's coming back?"

With her eight-month-plus belly, Catherine was folding her newly purchased little clothes in the children's room when she suddenly heard the servants in the house murmuring.

Was he coming back?

Was it because she was going into labor?

A wave of ecstasy surged up in her heart, and all of a sudden, even her hands were trembling slightly there.

Galen was the father of the child.

However, from the time she got married until now, she and he had only met him once, the night of the wedding day, and after that, he left, never to see him again.

"Baby, mommy knows that daddy doesn't like mommy, but that's okay; as long as daddy can come over and watch you come into the world, mommy is happy."

The corners of Catherine's eyes glistened with tears, constantly stroking her high and bulging abdomen; her delicate and glistening white little face was full of uncontrollable happiness.

******

Two days later.

Sure enough, Galen Dawson, the heir to the Dawson family and the president of the Dawson Group, who had disappeared for more than eight months, returned.

When Catherine heard that, she was so excited that she ran down holding her big belly.

However, what made her face turn white was that when she got to the stairway, she looked down, only to find that in the hall below, in addition to this man she had longed for, there was another woman beside him.

Emma asked, "Galen, who is she?!!!"

" Leah, the woman I'm going to marry and she's standing by my side right now! I told you earlier that this marriage has nothing to do with me. "

Galen was wearing a thin black trench coat; his handsome face was as if it was carefully carved, and a pair of black eyes were even more profound and cold; he stared at his mother-Emma, the whole person looked like a layer of frosty air!

When Emma heard this, she was furious to the point of smoke!

" Do you know that Catherine is pregnant and about to give birth? How dare you to say such things!"

"Why can't I say it? If it wasn't for you guys drugging me on the night of the wedding, how could she pregnant? Let me tell you, the marriage and child are totally a mistake !"

"......"

Silent.

something hard stabbing, tearing lungs and lungs like sharp pain; she stood there, her eyes black and then no longer heard anything.

A mistake?

She began to shake-"Ah! Miss Catherine, Miss Catherine is bleeding!!!"

"What?"

In a flash, the entire Dawson family was alarmed.

The mother and son, confronting each other downstairs in the hall, also jerked their heads up and looked above.

Catherine was now standing on that stairway, and large streams of blood were already

flowing down from under her skirt.

Galen's face changed slightly.

"Galen, your love ...... is great. Step on the bones of your child to get happiness. For the rest of your life, sleep peacefully?"

When Catherine finally collapsed, she stared at the man and said only this sentence.

It was also the first thing she had said since she married him!

Galen froze, wanting to say something, but before he could, this woman with a big belly had collapsed heavily on the ground!

Get her to the hospital, quick!!!"

******

A few minutes later, Catherine, who was in a coma, was finally arrived the hospital.　　

"Galen, don't think about it so much; this matter has nothing to do with you... "

Leah wanted to persuade Galen.

However, no one expected that before Leah's words were finished, this man, who usually never lost any temper with her, suddenly swept a pair of eyes fiercely towards her!

"You shut the hell up! When is your turn to intervene in the Dawson family's business?"

He interrupted her fiercely, and his gaze instantly became very frightening!

Leah immediately shivered and no longer dared to say anything.

Catherine, you bitch!

It's best if you don't come back and die in the delivery room...

An hour later, in the hospital.

"I'm sorry Mr. Bob, the mother had a hemorrhage and couldn't be resuscitated, however, one of the three children in her womb was successfully rescued, We have tried our best."

The doctor holding a baby finally came out of the operating room, and after seeing the Dawson family and others who had been waiting outside, he told them the news with a heavy heart.

Dead?

His three grandchildren, one daughter-in-law, and only one left?!

The helmsman of the Dawson family, Bob Dawson, couldn't bear such a heavy blow on the spot, covered his chest and fell back ......

"Mr. Bob!!!"

"......"

When Galen heard this news, he had already left the Dawson family with Leah and was heading downtown to his private apartment.

When he suddenly heard this, the hand gripping the steering wheel froze slightly for a split second.

"Dead?"

"Yes, it is said that she was unhealthy, and after the hemorrhage, she was not able to be resuscitated; however, the three children, one was saved over, a boy, and has already been carried away by Mr. Bob."

The assistant finished this matter in detail.

In a flash, the pupils of Galen, who was driving the car, shrunk!

"Crunch-"

The foot brake slammed there, and the car, just like this, stopped in the middle of the road rawly.

Five years later.

A famous hospital in England.

In the conference room with clear windows, Catherine, dressed in a white coat, held a case analysis report in her hand and spoke fluent English to all the medical experts present.

She cut her short ear-length hair, her beautiful and delicate features were lightly made up, her skin was snow-white, and her clear and dark watery eyes were exceptionally bright.

It's like two jewels that are radiating radiance.

"Excuse me, Dr. Claire. So, what do you say this patient can be treated without surgery? Rather, using a rehab therapist?"

"Yes, surgical means, which I also know well, won't solve the underlying problem, but if you trust me, I can use psychology in conjunction with a rehab therapist to heal him."

Kathryn turned over the case in her hand and gave an affirmative but nonchalant smile.

Claire, yes, that's her name now.

She hadn't died in the hospital five years ago; that obstetrician had saved her life by a fluke, and after that, instead of having her notify the Dawson family again, she'd declared her dead.

She'd rather die than go back to that home.

Then she came here, and in a few short years, the bright girl became a doctor of renown here, with her healing and rehabilitation practices passed down from the Brooks family.

The people in the conference room began to hesitate when they heard how sure she was.

But Catherine didn't have the patience to wait, and after looking at the watch on her wrist, she quickly left the conference room.

"Dr. Claire, picking up the kids again?"

"Right."

As Catherine hurried down the stairs, she ran into a coworker who greeted her with a bright smile and a nod.

Yes, she's going to pick up her baby.

Ten or so minutes to the local kindergarten.

"Mommy, you're finally here; Baby Talitha has been waiting for you for a long time."

Just arrived here, already a little cold kindergarten door, a small pink dress wearing a small pink dress, the head also tied a small grips little pink ball saw her and immediately ran out cheerfully.

Catherine saw it and rushed out of the car.

"I'm sorry that Mommy is late; Mommy apologizes and won't be so late again, OK?"

"It's OK. My brother's here. My brother just took lots and lots of food to Talitha."

I don't blame mommy; after being held in her arms, I told her in a milky voice that my little belly was full.

Kathryn heard it, and it warmed her heart all over again.

Brother, the other of the twins, indeed, that little one knows how to take care of his sister.

Katherine smiled, "Right, so let's go find my brother, shall we?"

"OK, Mommy."

So, a few minutes later, Catherine saw her son as well.

Only what made her sweat furiously was that this little guy was star-struck in the teacher's office again, and she didn't know what he was doing again.

"Oh my gosh, you guys, this kid who will be transferred in looks just like Tony from our kindergarten. Yay."

"Yeah, you guys!"

A teacher placed the picture beside Tony's little face in her hand.

Tony's little fox-like eyes swept over the picture.

"Where's the resemblance? Does he have the roundness of your Tony's little face?"

"No ......"

"And is he as cute as your Tony? Look at you guys. It's like a crescent moon. Is he like that?"

Tony cupped his small, invincibly handsome, and massively cute face and approached these teachers.

Then, these teachers laughed.

When you look at the little kid in this picture like that, it's not really a good likeness. Look at his stern little face. He's only five years old. He's deep and gloomy, just like an adult. How can he be as cute as the Tony they have here?

"Tony, what are you doing?"

Catherine just happened to be here and couldn't help but come in and ask after seeing the scene.

"Huh? Mommy, you're here. I'm not doing anything."

Tony, who had particularly quick reflexes, immediately returned to his grinning self when he heard his mom's voice, then jumped off his desk in a blaze of glory.

This is indeed a very smiley child.

His features resembled the man's, but he was never cold and unsympathetic like him; he was more like a little sun, always with a smile on his cool little face.

"You didn't do anything? Don't lie to me. You taught your teacher how to break the kindergarten computers last time so everyone could have a vacation; you didn't do anything bad this time."

"Er ......"

How can Mommy be like this? Why does it always seem like her smart, invincible, cool, and handsome big baby is doing something bad?

That's obviously these dumbass teachers pestering him.

"Mommy, no, really. I just taught them a game. OK, OK, Mommy, Tony's hungry. Shall we go home?"

"......"

There was no way around it, and Catherine ended up having to take the little guy with her.

When mother and son three returned home, Catherine dove headfirst into the kitchen to prepare dinner for the trio.

Only, she hadn't even cooked her meal when the call came from the hospital.

"Dr. Claire, the hospital side has agreed to hand the patient over to you, and I wanted to ask if it would be convenient for you to come over for a moment now?"

"Now?"

"Yes, the patient's family has come over and wanted to check in with you as soon as they heard the hospital's decision."

The nurse also expressed helplessness over the phone.

This kind of patient is indeed a headache; the common disease of rich people is that no matter where they go, they want people to obediently listen to them as if the whole world is their territory.

Catherine finally agreed.

"Tony, Mommy still has to go to the hospital, so can you stay home and take your sister to dinner with you?"

"Yes, you can, Mommy. You don't have to worry; I'll take care of my sister."

Tony gave Mommy a very old-fashioned wave like a young adult, signaling that Mommy didn't even need to dwell on it.

Indeed, with this child, Catherine had absolutely nothing to worry about.

So Catherine was out the door again.

However, she didn't realize that she had just left, and the youngest adult in the house immediately burrowed into her study.

"What are you doing, brother? Mommy wants us to eat."

"Oh, I had to go to the head gardener's computer and take a picture out today of a kid who looks a lot like me and says he's going to be the new kid that gets transferred in, so I had to see who he is!"

Tony, a man-child, climbed in front of and behind Mommy's computer desk, and in a few minutes, he managed to hack into the kindergarten director's computer on the computer.

Then, the freshman profile was found.

"Whoa! Brother, is this you?!!!"

The moment the information popped out, Baby Talitha, who had stayed nearby, opened her mouth wide in shock.

Tony frowned, "No, his name is Andy, you see."

He stretched out his little finger and pointed to "Andy Dawson" on the profile, depressed.

Baby Talitha's eyes went wide.

"Andy? Yeah, it's not a brother, so why does he look so much like a brother? Was he born to Mommy, too?"

"......"

With a fleeting memory in his little head of the little suitcase that Mommy used to sneak open with a set of baby clothes that had never been worn before and the image of Mommy looking at it and weeping every time, Tony decided that he would go and meet the little one who looked so much like himself in person.

Hilton Hotel, right!"

The little one memorized the column of addresses registered on the profile.

Half an hour later, Creel Hospital.

"Dr. Claire, you're here?"

"Uh, where's the patient's family?"

"It's in the dean's office, Dr. Claire, and I'm telling you, the family has a temper, so you must be careful."

The nurse kindly reminded me.

Catherine smiled and changed into her white coat, putting on her mask before heading to the Dean's office.

"Dean, it's Claire."

"Claire's here. Come on in. This is the patient's family. Come and meet them."

The older Dean struggled to communicate inside the brightly lit Dean's office with the family member sitting across from him, even as a cold sweat broke out on his head.

Unfortunately, the family member wasn't that nice.

Suddenly, hearing Catherine's voice outside, he opened the door for her as if he had grabbed a lifeline.

Catherine: "......"

She couldn't help but feel a slight hint of surprise as she looked at the Dean of the house, who had come to open the door himself.

Soon, however, her gaze noticed the other person inside, the same person whose face she had seen clearly before her pupils suddenly shrank, and an even more skeptical look appeared within!

"Dean, is this the rehab therapist you told me was great at your hospital, well versed in surgery and psychology? Is it just her?"

Hearing the door open behind him, the man stood up as well.

It was a woman who was tall, with exquisite makeup, and under a head of chestnut-colored big wavy curls, she was wearing the latest high-fashion model from a big fashion brand, which showed off the aggressive and unbeatable aura of her body in the best possible way.

Leah!

No one expected this woman to be the first older adult Catherine would see five years later!

So the patient she's trying to heal is her?

Catherine's black eyes, exposed outside the mask, went cold little by little, as if covered by frost, and lost all semblance of warmth in a few seconds.

When Catherine and Galen's families married, the two families had always been good friends. When Catherine was born, the two families saw that it was a girl doll, so they gave Galen, who was still only five years old at the time, to set up this doll marriage.

Of course, Catherine does not take this seriously at first; she also thinks it is just a joke of the adults.

Even if she had liked the man since she was a child.

Until something happened to the Brooks family, the family broke up overnight. At this time, the helmsman of the Dawson family, Mr. Bob Sr., instead of disliking her, took the initiative to mention marriage so that Catherine could marry into the Dawson family and give her a comfortable and stable life again.

It was then that Catherine finally moved on.

But she never imagined that after she finally married into the Dawson family with the determination of a moth to a flame, she would get that ending in return.

"Dean, I was wrong."

"What?"

"I can't cure her; find another doctor!"

Catherine threw down these words with an icy gaze and turned around.

Dean: "......"

Leah was even more annoyed when she heard this, even more so when her eyes welled up. Immediately, she pointedly called out to this doctor from behind, "What did you say? Say that again?"

She was full of threats and warnings!

Unfortunately, Catherine wouldn't take her up on it.

Even though she didn't raise her eyes, she just turned and took a big step away.

Bitch, doesn't deserve to talk to her!

"What kind of attitude is she having? What's wrong with her? She doesn't want to work anymore, does she?"

"No, no, Miss Leah, calm down. Dr. Claire might have some misunderstandings. I'll go and explain to her right now and ask her to definitely treat Mr Galen tomorrow. Don't worry, ha!"

Dean was so anxious that all he could do was explain there while rushing out after Catherine.

Mrs. Fok?

Or treating Mr Galen?

Oh, what else to cure? It's been five years, and this dog pair is still alive? Shouldn't they have gone to hell long ago?

Kathryn walked faster.