Charming Mommy of adorable triplets novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503

Daniel gave her a meaningful smile and replied,” Nope. It wasn’t me. My men didn’t even get the chance to make a move.”

Maisie was stunned.

‘Could it be that it was someone else who caused the incident in the amusement park three years ago?’

She then turned around and looked at the few men in black standing on the staircase, all of whom had the same tattoo on the back of their hands.

‘Oh yeah, those people didn’t have any tattoos on the back of their hands, while Daniel’s men have tattoos on the back of their hands. So, it was another group of people and not Daniel’s people!’

“Is it the prince’s men?”

“You’re smart, Ms. Vanderbilt,” Daniel said as he started to look at the woman before him in a different light. “If not, how else would you have led Rowena, that stupid woman, into your trap three years ago?”

Maisie clenched her fist, and her face sank when Daniel mentioned Rowena. “Speaking of which, how come I don’t see Ms. Summers around Mr. Kent anymore?”

Daniel caressed the rim of the cup with his fingertip and replied, “That stupid woman has betrayed me. Do

you think I’d still keep her by my side?”

‘Rowena has betrayed him?’ Maisie was shocked. Then, she saw a devilish smile crawl onto Daniel’s face as he continued. “But still, I need to thank that stupid woman. If it hadn’t been for her, Nolan wouldn’t have been infected with the virus.”

Maisie froze when she heard what Daniel said, and her fingertips slowly turned pale.

‘Nolan is infected with the virus? But… But how is that possible?’

Erwin had told her that Nolan was seriously ill. However, after seeing Nolan again, he seemed as fit as a fiddle to her, and she thought he was just pretending to be sick.

Suddenly, she thought about how Nolan had forced her to get a divorce with him three years ago, and her heart trembled.

‘Is it because he’s infected with the virus that he wanted to get a divorce with me?’

“How… How did he get infected with the virus?” Maisie asked in a low voice. She felt as if there was a lump in her throat.

Daniel replied nonchalantly, “When he was shot, the virus was smeared on the bullet. I heard that he’s going to die soon, right? He needs to rely on a wheelchair to get around, and he seems to be a sick man on his death throes.”

“Are you the one who did it, Daniel?” Maisie asked. Her shoulders were shaking, and her eyes were filled with despair.