All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S TRIPLETS: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Ten Ten cried out, "Save me, mommy," in a pitiful voice. Margret's body trembled with agitation upon hearing her baby's cries, and she tried to move forward to help her. However, Brenda blocked her path and threatened her, "Stay back, Margret, or I will pull the trigger."Margret stood frozen, her face pale and tears streaming down her cheeks, as she begged Brenda, "Please don't harm my innocent child. She hasn't done anything to you."Brenda snapped back in annoyance, "Of course, your child is innocent. But you're not, Margret. You brought this upon yourself!"Margret furrowed her brow in confusion. She couldn't recall having any deep-seated animosity towards Brenda in recent months. She had been living happily and planning her wedding with Charlie Sr."I don't understand, Brenda. What have I done to you?" Margret asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.Brenda's laughter was filled with bitterness and anger, and tears streamed down her face as she finally stopped. "You've forgotten a

A piercing scream shattered the silence, causing everyone to turn in the direction of the source. A bald man stood weakly beside a woman, who was wailing uncontrollably. Upon seeing them, Margret muttered "Dad, Mom" in disbelief, her eyes widening in shock. However, her expression quickly changed upon seeing the state of her father, whose frail appearance suggested he was at death's door.In a split second, the atmosphere turned hostile as Mrs. Owen, the woman beside the bald man, charged towards Margret, screaming at the top of her lungs, "You killed my daughter! You killed my daughter!"As Mrs. Owen raised her arm, she struck Margret across the face with a sharp slap. "You are a witch," she spat. "I regret ever trusting your father and leaving you to take care of my daughter. Now look at what's happened. Brenda is dead because of you."Margret didn't fight back or attempt to defend herself from the assault. She couldn't shake off the overwhelming guilt she felt for Brenda's death. S

Charlie Jr. gazed at Stella with a blank expression, his mind drawing a blank. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice betraying his confusion.Stella's smile faltered, realizing that Charlie Jr. had lost his memories. She let out a rueful sigh. "It's me, Stella. Caleb, don't you remember me?" she asked with anxiety.Charlie Jr. stared at her for a prolonged moment, but no recognition dawned on him. He shook his head, indicating his inability to recollect anything.Stella felt a pang of disappointment, but she quickly put on a bright smile. She was glad that Charlie Jr. was awake, and she could help him create new memories while trying to trigger his old ones. "Don't worry about it. You've just woken up from a coma. Your memory will come back in due time. I'm your therapist," she said with pride.Overcome with excitement, Stella trembled with anticipation. She didn't know what to say or do. Seeing Caleb again, her emotions got the better of her, and without thinking, she embraced him tight

Charlie Jr. spoke with a hoarse voice, barely above a whisper, "You are." Stella chuckled and grinned mischievously. "Well, I won't stand on ceremony," she said, leaning in and capturing his lips.Charlie Jr. deepened the kiss and pulled on her neck. After kissing for so long, Stella broke the kiss and licked her lower lips.Stella leaned her head against Charlie Jr.'s shoulder, and they sat in silence, relishing the comfort of each other's presence."It's getting late, and you'll catch a cold," Charlie Jr. said, noticing Stella shivering."It's just a little cold; being with you makes it all worth it," Stella replied, beaming with affection.Charlie Jr. was moved by Stella's pure love for him, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry."How about we come back here tomorrow?" he suggested.Stella pondered for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, "Okay."Hand in hand, they headed back to the car. Stella drove Charlie Jr. to the hospital, promising to see him again before she return hom

Charlie Sr. was left speechless, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. How could someone who had lost all their memories make such an accusation? The more he thought about it, the more perplexed he became.Margret's face turned as pale as a sheet as she weakly leaned on Charlie Sr. Her heart was shattered; hearing her son call her a mistress and homewrecker was too much for any mother to bear."Junior, have you regained your memories?" Charlie Sr. asked in confusion. He couldn't comprehend how Charlie Jr. could accuse his own mother of such things, especially since he wasn't aware that Margret, not Chloe, was his mother before he fell into a coma. It was the only logical explanation he could come up with."I'm wide awake now, Dad. It matters a lot to me. I won't let you get away with what you did to Mom and my brother. I'll stop at nothing to ensure they get the justice they deserve," Charlie Jr. declared, his voice seething with anger.But his father didn't seem to feel any guilt. Inst