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.

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

concerned about that sum of money, she

at the three

flinched and then cast a look asking for help

to get the

teller, fortune teller Erika, she

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

little kid looked cute but made himself feel tough. His strong voice echoed inside the

felt touched

were trying to

she still needed to discipline them as a mother, “So where’s the money? I need it to be returned to him

pass her the

birthday. As for the money,

same amount

next to the door. Then she said to the kids, “Alright, get back to sleep. We gotta go to visit