Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

It had been 1:00 AM when they reached the hotel.

Bonnie sneaked into the suite after taking off her shoes in case the three kids got awake.

But the light was on all of sudden, which made everything in the suite clearly visible.

The three kids, in cute pajamas, were standing at the door with their arms crossed upon their chests while staring at her sneaking in.

“Why did you all still stay awake?” Bonnie asked in surprise.

Lukas cast her a look of complaint, “How can I sleep at ease after getting your call for help at midnight?”

Though it sounded like a complaint, he was still greatly concerned about his mommy.

Meanwhile, Erika had thrown herself into Bonnie’s arms. She stared at her with her round eyes filled with pitiful tears, “Mommy, why did you get bruised and scratched all over? Are you still feeling hurt?”

“I am fine. It doesn’t matter to me.” Bonnie replied to comfort her.

reminded her of the cause again—if it weren’t because of Sebastian

concerned about that sum

thought of that, she stared at the three kids with a sulky face, “You cashed that

flinched and then cast a look asking for

much ado just to get the birthday of Sebastian,

fortune teller, fortune teller Erika, she would

for what he has done to you!” Lukas walked over to continued indignantly, “That’s the price he

made himself feel tough. His strong

touched

her kids were trying to revenge her for

again, okay?” though moved, she still needed to discipline them as a mother, “So where’s the money? I

to pass her

birthday. As for the money,

earn herself the same amount

she said to the kids, “Alright, get back to sleep. We gotta