Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies

Chapter 917

Anthony carried Anne into the car, whereas the three little ones followed behind them and got into the car with the help of the bodyguards.

Soon, several cars drove away from the hospital.

The nurse standing by the corner saw it and called Bianca.

“What? You saw Anne getting into the car? She’s not dead?” Bianca was putting on a facial mask, and she was so angry that she tore off the mask.

“Yes, she’s fine. She was discharged from the hospital, and Mr. Marwood even carried her into the car,” the nurse said.

Bianca bribed the nurse because it was impossible for her to keep watch of the hospital every day to notice any movements.

The news came like a bolt from the blue, and Bianca threw her phone furiously. “Why aren’t you dead?! Why?! Why?!”

Dorothy heard the commotion and ran over, asking,‘ What’s wrong? Is the facial mask not good?”

Bianca was fuming. “Anne was discharged from the hospital…she’s fine now! She was safely discharged from the hospital and carried into the car by Anthony! Was it even a car accident? Anne must be pulling tricks to seduce Anthony! I thought she was really going to die! She’s just making a fool out of me!”

“You’re right. She’s just pretending to be hit by a car. However, she unexpectedly lost her child, shooting herself in the foot,” Dorothy agreed that something was up too.

If a woman wanted another man’s attention, she could think of endless ways.

angry. “She even let Anthony carry her into the car. Are her legs not working? Doesn’t this mean Anne’s plan succeeded? The fact that

don’t know the situation, so how do you know what’s going on?”

light in Bianca’s eyes. She would not give up anyway! Anthony was hers, and Anne should not dream of stealing him away

car did not kill her, she would die

Loyce stops before the steps in the Royal

of the car. After that, Anthony got out of the car and took Anne’s hand to

there and

for a while, subconsciously leaning toward

at

for her to lean so close to him,

long arm around her

“No…”

over and greeted, “Mr.

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strangely, trying to retrieve the lost memory.

her head, but Anthony

“I can’t remember.”

if you can’t

“Mm.” Anne nodded.