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.

Sebastian

about

stared at the three kids with a sulky

cast a look asking for help to her

if Bonnie noticed that this little girl made so much ado just to get the birthday of Sebastian,

fortune teller, fortune teller Erika, she would

walked over to continued indignantly,

feel tough. His strong voice echoed

felt touched when hearing

her kids were trying

never let it happen again, okay?” though moved, she still needed to discipline them as a mother, “So where’s the money? I need

hurried to pass her

purpose—to get Sebastian’s birthday. As for the money, she didn’t

earn herself the same amount of money by doing some

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