YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

"Yeah! Mommy's buffalo wings, beef lasagna, and grilled vegetables are all very yummy." Ryan joined in to comfort Violla. "Oh, and also Mommy's tomato soup and mushroom soup."

"Alright, then. Thank you for not getting mad at Mommy." Violla did not know whether to laugh or cry. Indeed, she only knew how to make those few dishes. In the past, Mrs. Blake would make the buns and cook the mac and cheese for breakfast beforehand. She only had to bake the buns and reheat the mac and cheese in the morning. However, everything went out of hand when she tried to make them from scratch .

It seemed like she had a lot to learn.

After the minor hiccup, he triplets eventually finished their breakfast. Violla quickly went ahead to prepare their school bags for them.

Ryan's eyes widened in bewilderment as he asked, "What are you doing, Mommy?"

"Don't you need to go to school?" Violla smiled. "Mommy will take you three to school today."

"But today's Sunday," Jason looked at her in perplexity.

"Uh…" Violla was dumbfounded. "Yesterday was Saturday. Right. What's wrong with me today?''

"Miss Milan, you must've lost track of the days because of work." One of the nurses smiled at her. "Jason needs to go to our hospital for his follow-up today. Mr. Old Roman will be there too."

"We're accompanying Jason to the hospital. Grandpa Roman wants to take us to his house for a visit after that." Ryan said seriously, "You should rest at home today, Mommy. We'll bring food back for you tonight."

"It's okay. There's enough food at home. Mommy will settle her own dinner." Then, Violla gently reminded, "Mommy won't be going with you kids today, okay? Mommy's gotta visit Mrs. Blake at the hospital, then come home and rest for a bit before going to work."

"Okay, Mommy. Take care of yourself."

The triplets hugged Violla and kissed her smack on the cheeks.

It wasn't long before D'barl called from the car that was already waiting downstairs.

Ryan asked the three nurses to take them down so that D'barl wouldn't have to come all the way upstairs. In fact, he was being considerate of his mother, doing that so she wouldn't have to hide from D'barl again.

Jason's pediatrician was already waiting at the door. After packing up, the nurses led the triplets out.

Violla waved goodbye to them. Seeing the happy looks on their faces, she became slightly emotional.

In the past, the triplets used to be very attached to her and would be disheartened if she didn't come home at night.

Now that they had D'barl caring for them, they were no longer as dependent on her. Whether she went out at night or worked during the day, the triplets would always be understanding toward her.

D'barl didn't only arrange for their treatment and daily needs, even their weekends were fully packed with activities.

Perhaps as their mother, she should be worried about that.

However, it was good that the triplets had a good relationship with D'barl. Although they didn't know the truth, blood was thicker than water after all. Hence, there would always be a sense of bonding between them nothing in the world could snuff out.

In the event that something were to happen to her, at least the triplets would have someone to rely on.

Hence, Violla wasn't against her children spending time with D'barl.

She tidied up the kitchen and ate something simple before taking a nap.

When she woke up at noon, the soup in the slow-cooker was ready. She transferred the soup into a thermos and also packed some sourdough bread before hailing a taxi toward Immaculate's Hospital.

Mrs. Blake was leaning against the headboard while watching some programs on the television. When the nurse brought food for her, she didn't seem to have any appetite.

Right then, Violla breezed into the room. "Mrs. Blake!"

"Miss, you're here." Mrs. Blake's mouth curved into a brilliant smile seeing Violla. "Aren't you supposed to be spending time with the children at home? Why did you come here?"

"The kids have gone to the hospital for Jason's follow-up. There are three nurses accompanying them, so they don't need me." Violla took out the soup and bread, placing them on the table while saying merrily, "I made lentil soup for you and brought along some sourdough bread to pair with it."

"Thank you, Miss." Mrs. Blake looked at the decently cooked soup, grinning from ear to ear. "The children said that your cooking skills have improved. I didn't believe it at first, but now, it looks to be true. I have to admit, this soup looks very presentable."

"Hahaha! Today's breakfast was an epic failure though." Violla recounted the events from that morning with an embarrassed look on her face.

Tickled pink, Mrs. Blake bellowed with laughter. Then, she patiently taught Violla how to shape hot cross bunnies and make mac and cheese.

Violla listened attentively, going so far as making notes with her phone, vowing to whip up a decent breakfast for the triplets the next day.

Mrs. Blake looked at her with a relieved smile. "When I first fell sick, I was worried that without me at home, the triplets wouldn't have anyone to take care of them. You'd have your hands full trying to do everything yourself, but seeing that you have it all worked out now, I finally feel at ease."

"No, no. Everything at home is still very much a mess." Violla held her hand with a flattering smile. "The kids and I want you to get well quickly and come home as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay!" Mrs. Blake nodded as warmth enveloped her heart. "When I get better, I'll come home right away. I even asked Dr. Immaculate this morning and she said that I can be discharged in a month and a half's time."

"That's great news. We can't wait for you to return." Violla knew Mrs. Blake well. Only the feeling of being needed would give the latter a sense of accomplishment and contentment.

"Miss, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's eat together."

"Sure." The two were about to eat when an enraged voice coming from outside abruptly broke through the peace. "Why the hell are you stopping me? Don't you know who I am? Get out of my way!"

Violla's body instantly tensed up. 'That voice sounds so familiar.'

"Miss Laura, are you here to see Dr. Immaculate? I'll call her here right now."

"I'm not here for Dr. Immaculate, so there's no need to call her."

The voice was accompanied by the sound of approaching footsteps. Before long, Laura arrogantly walked into the ward.

Violla looked over her shoulder and her brows immediately pulled into a frown. 'What is she doing here?'

"Turns out you really are here." Laura stared coldly at Violla. "If I didn't happen to find out that your housekeeper is under Immaculate's observation, I would've never been able to find you."

"Whatever this is about, let's go outside and talk."

Putting down the utensils, Violla got up and walked toward the door. As far as she was concerned, Laura was nothing but trouble and the last thing she wanted was to disturb Mrs. Blake.

"Why must we talk outside?" Laura scoffed derisively. "Are you scared that others would know about your dirty deeds?"

"This is a ward, not somewhere you can just cause a scene." Violla's frown deepened. "Can't we go outside and talk in private?"

"No. I'm not going anywhere." Laura gritted her teeth and cursed, "I want the whole world to know that you're a shameless b*tch who stole someone else's husband! You're a homewrecker!"

"Who are you?" Mrs. Blake went purple with rage seeing Violla being bullied by an unfamiliar woman. "Stop throwing baseless accusations! Miss. Milan is innocent!"

"Innocent?" Laura looked like she just heard the funniest joke in the world. "Old lady, you probably don't know this, but Violla is a homewrecker. She seduced my husband…"

"You're lying. That's impossible." Mrs. Blake raised her voice in anger, "Miss. Milan is a good girl. She will never do such a thing."

"She's nothing but a shameless sl*t!" Laura yelled with eyes that burned with hatred. "First, she seduced Franklin, breaking his marriage apart, then Martin was next, and now, she's set her eyes on my husband."

"Your husband?" Violla finally had enough of it and refuted, "Are you married to Davon? No, so how is he your husband?"

"We're getting engaged soon....." Laura spat.

"Soon, but not yet, right?" Violla cut Laura off and yelled furiously, "And let me point out that he was with me first. If anything, you're the homewrecker!"

"B*tch!" Laura snarled and slapped Violla across the face.

Caught off guard, Violla staggered and almost fell onto the ground.

"H-How dare you hit Miss Milan?" Mrs. Blake was livid, grabbing the thermos in front of her and throwing it at Laura.

Although Laura successfully dodged it, her body wasn't spared from the hot soup inside. Her shrieks instantly reverberated through the room as the soup scalded her. With a pained and outraged expression, she roared, "You damned old lady! How dare you?"

"What? I was just doing your parents a favor by teaching their uncultured daughter a lesson." Mrs. Blake got down from the bed and helped Violla up.

"Boys!" Laura pointed at Mrs. Blake with an unrelenting gaze as she ordered, "Take her down."

Two bodyguards walked in and were about to tackle Mrs. Blake.

Violla quickly stood in front Mrs. Blake, shielding her. "Don't you dare lay a finger on her!"

"What if I want to?" Laura rushed forward and shoved Mrs. Blake hard.

Mrs. Blake was knocked against the bed and fell to the ground, causing the IV needle on the back of her hand to pierce deeper into her flesh, instantly drawing blood.

Seeing that, Violla flew into a rage and landed a hard slap on Laura's cheek.

The crisp sound echoed through the room.

Laura couldn't recover from her shock. To be precise, she had never expected Violla to be so bold as to hit her.

A red handprint immediately formed on her cheek.

"How… How dare you hit me?" Laura'a eyes went wide with fury as she screamed hysterically, "I'm gonna kill you!"

With that, she lunged at Violla.

"Don't touch Miss Milan!" Mrs. Blake rushed over to protect Violla.

The two bodyguards sprung to action, pulling Mrs. Blake away, but the latter used her heavy weight to her advantage and put up quite a fight.

"Let her go!" Violla stepped forward to help Mrs. Blake, but her hair was grabbed by Laura.

Not one to go down without a fight, Violla unsheathed her claws and fought against Laura.

Two more bodyguards rushed in and swiftly restrained Violla, twisting her arms behind her back.

"Go to hell, b*tch!" Laura raised her arm and was about to slap Violla.

"Stop!" An angry roar pierced through the tension.

Laura's hand froze midair and she looked back, gasping in shock, "Daddy? What are you doing here?"

"Let them go," Tarique Junior sternly commanded.

The bodyguards immediately loosened their grip and stepped to a side.

"Miss!" Mrs. Blake hurried over to support Violla. "Are you alright?"

Violla caught sight of the wound on the back of Mrs. Blake's hand. The needle had penetrated so deeply into her flesh that blood was constantly trickling out.

The sight of it was like a sharp blade driving into her heart. As she held Mrs. Blake's hand, her entire body started trembling with fury and heartache.

"Get out." Tarique Junior brows furrowed.

"Daddy…" Laura started.

"I said get out!" Tarique Junior shot a glare at Laura.

Filled with bitter resentment, Laura pointed at Violla and gritted out, "This isn't over."

Then, she swiveled on her heels and stormed off.

"Stop right there!" Violla called out.

Laura stopped in her tracks and was about to let out a string of curses.

Before she could, Tarique Junior stepped forward and bowed deeply to Mrs. Blake and Violla. "My sincerest apologies. I will take full responsibility for this matter."

"Daddy…" Laura's eyes widened in disbelief. "How could you apologize to her? Do you know that this b*tch...."

"Shut up. Can't you clearly see. Davon's heart belongs to her . Do you want a visit from hell." Tarique Junior did not allow Laura to speak.

Before she lost her cool, she stalked out of the ward.

"All of you leave us too," Tarique Junior ordered.

The bodyguards retreated and stood guard outside.

After the door was closed, Tarique Junior bowed and apologized to Violla and Mrs. Blake again. "My daughter was spoilt since young. I will definitely discipline her harshly after this. Please rest assured that I'll make sure she never bothers the two of you again. I'm truly sorry. Please accept my apology."

After that, he turned to leave.

Faced with his sincerity, Violla couldn't bring herself to kick up a fuss.

Oddly, Tarique Junior stopped just shy of the door and turned back to look at Violla, asking in a feeble voice, "Was your father's name Gerald Milan?"

"Yes." Violla asked with a frown, "Is there a problem?"

"No." Tarique Junior shook his head repeatedly, looking slightly distressed. "Then, what about your mother's name?"

"I don't think I need to answer that."

From a young age, her father had told her not to tell anyone her mother's name.

Although she didn't know why her father had repeatedly warned her against it. Hence, she had since kept her mother's name close to her heart.

She knew that it was a matter of great importance. Even during her mother's birthday each year, she and her father would secretly celebrate it at home, never letting any word about it get out.

Hence, she had always guarded that secret.

"That was rude of me." Tarique Junior lowered his head to apologize, then left right after.

As Mrs. Blake studied him from the back, a crease formed on her forehead. "This man looks quite familiar. I feel as though I've seen him somewhere before."

"He's Laura's father." Violla's face remained hostile as she didn't have a good impression of the Tariques family.

Immaculate came in right then. Seeing the mess in the ward, she exclaimed in shock, "Oh my lord! What happened in here? I was visiting a branch hospital today and rushed over right after I received a call, but I was still too late."

She walked over to check on them. "Miss Milan, Mrs. Blake, are you both alright?"

"I'm fine, but please take a look at Mrs. Blake's hand." Violla held Mrs. Blake's hand with a pained expression on her face. "Look how badly you were injured."

"Let me have a look." Immaculate frowned seeing the wound and immediately ordered a nurse, "Bring over the first-aid kit."

The nurse immediately brought it over and Immaculate personally treated Mrs. Blake's injury.

Violla stood by the side with her brows tightly knitted into a frown.

Just then, her phone rang with a call from Davon. Due to the anger still coursing through her veins, she declined the call directly .

Immaculate glanced at her and was about to say something when her own phone rang, to which she swiftly answered. "Mr. Roman! .....Miss. Milan is fine. Don't worry, Mr. Tarique Junior has already taken Miss Laura away…Yes sir! Your woman is okay."

After briefly explaining, the caller hung up.

Immaculate treated Mrs. Blake's wound and told her to rest well. Then, she tugged Violla out of the ward and explained, "I heard Cruze say that Mr. Roman has been ignoring Miss. Laura lately, not answering her calls or replying her messages. So, Miss Laura went to the company to confront him, but he's been avoiding her."

"Miss. Laura believes that you're the reason for all these so she's been looking for you high and low. She couldn't find out your address because of Mr. Roman's influence. Somehow, she caught wind that Mrs. Blake is hospitalized here, so she came over to find you."

"She should go look for Davon, not me." Violla's rage skyrocketed when she thought about it.

"Well, Miss. Laura has always been like that…" Other than that, Immaculate didn't know what else to say. "It's also my fault that something like this happened today. I'll arrange security for Mrs. Blake and make sure no one disturbs her from now on."

"This has nothing to do with you. The hospital is opened to the public. It was only a matter of time before this got out." Violla sighed. "This is actually Davon's fault. It's because he didn't manage things well."

"Don't blame him. He's actually...."

"Forget it. Let's not talk about this." Violla was still mad at Davon and didn't want to think about him. "I'm going to keep Mrs. Blake company for a bit. I won't keep you any longer."

"Alright then." Immaculate knew that she couldn't persuade Violla when it came to that. Hence, she changed the subject. "About Olympia's mom condition, I've discussed it with a few specialists and devised a treatment plan specifically for her.

"From a personal standpoint, I think it'll give better results than the hospital she's in now, but you should still send the plan to your friend and let her think about it, see if she wants to transfer here."

"That's great. Thank you." Violla expressed her utmost gratitude.

"I'll pass the plan to you later. As for the cost, I can offer some discounts, but it won't be much. Generally speaking, the cost will still be higher than public hospitals, so you'll have to remind your friend to consider it properly."

"I understand."

Immaculate came back with the plan after a while and handed it to Violla. After Violla kept it safe, she went back to the ward to to keep Mrs. Blake company.

Mrs. Blake was initially happy, but now, something seemed to be weighing on her mind.