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 tailing her, she wouldn’t have run

greatly concerned about that

stared at the three kids with a sulky face,

flinched and then cast a look asking for help to

so much ado just to get the birthday

the greatest fortune teller, fortune teller Erika, she would

walked over to continued indignantly, “That’s the price he has to pay no matter how

himself feel tough. His strong

touched when

kids were trying to revenge

moved, she still needed to discipline them as a mother, “So where’s

pass

Sebastian’s birthday. As for the money, she didn’t give

could earn herself the same amount of money

next to the door. Then she said to the kids, “Alright,