Chapter 68: Triplets’ Mighty Mom Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Kick in the Groin

Upon noticing the shift in Lyla’s countenance, Florence asked, “What's wrong?” Lyla took a deep

breath as she replied, “He is Silas indeed. He was the one to accuse me of plagiarism, as well as

presenting a CV which he obtained through questionable means.” There was a frown on Florence's

face as she questioned, “Why is Silas so against us when he doesn't have a particular grudge against

us?” Hatred caused Lyla to grit her teeth as she surmised, “It must be because of Camila. She

must've seduced Silas, which would explain his behavior.” “Camila is definitely a b*tch like her

mother. Isn't her mother's death anniversary around the corner? You should seize the opportunity to

teach Camila a lesson.” Florence seemed to agree with her. A sinister smile bloomed on Lyla’s face,

contorting her expression despite her silence. Three days later, Camila received a call from Silas to

inform her of the arrest of the criminal who drugged his grandfather, before requesting for her

presence at the Nolan Residence as he was worried about his grandfather's health. She began

preparing the items she would need to bring along after hanging up, then came out from her room

with her bag in hand. The chime on the doorbell came as a surprise to her while she wondered how

Silas managed to arrive within such a short amount of time. She didn't give much thought as she

opened the door with a polite smile on her face, but it froze as soon as she noticed Robin was

standing by the entrance instead of Silas, to which she sulked. “What are you doing here?” A lewd

smile could be seen plastered on Robin's scrawny face as he attempted to squeeze himself into her

house. “You sure are eager to open the door for me. I know women like you love to play hard-to-

get, so did you regret your actions after some down time?” “Get out of here!” Camila’s voice

sounded harsh, but Robin paid her no heed as he . continued doing what he did, all the while

rambling on, “Alright, there's no more point in repeating the same old tricks. Meanwhile, you should

take a good look at yourself. While you're pretty, you have a child, and no rich man would marry a

woman with a child, with the exception of me.” “Get out of here, or else I won't go soft on you!”

There was a gloomy look on Camila’s face when she was forced to step back. “Why are you so

defensive? Stop being shy after you've welcomed me into your house! Don't you want to treat me?

So why not do it today? Do you think we should do it on the bed or the sofa?” Robin reached out in

an attempt to hug her, which prompted Camila to cast her bag aside before giving him a kick as she

yelled, “Get the f*ck out of here!” The excruciating pain from Camila’s kick that landed squarely on

his most vulnerable part caused Robin to clutch onto his groin as he realized he'd underestimated

her. He cursed under his breath before once again pouncing on her, “You've had your chance, you

shameless b*tch! Don't you dare pretend to be a noble woman while giving me a lecture! I'll show

you how long I can last, and how many rounds I can go!” While wearing a scornful smile that spoke

of her indifference, Camila took a few steps back to put some distance between the two of them

before jumping into the air to give Robin who was standing before her a hard kick, which made him

stagger backward until falling out of the doorway. Following, she approached him and spat, “You're

the one who knows no shame!”

Robin lost his cool upon being thrown out of the house, which had him glaring at Camila while

making a phone call, during which he only spat out a terse command, “Come over here!” He then

stood to yell at the top of his lungs in front of Camila’s house, “Just you wait! You're no longer a kid,

nor are you a chaste woman, so you had it coming! The fact that I would want to bed you shows my

courtesy!”