Super Wife's Three Babies pdf

After all, Eugene was the one who made the mistake, and Christoff was the one who helped Olivia. He was barely confident that she would believe him instead of Christoff. For the past few days, he had struggled to organize his thoughts and find a way to explain himself. He wondered if she would be willing to believe him.

And to make matters worse, three children came and claimed to be his sons just when these problems remained unsolved. Someone intended to make things worse for him.

Eugene ordered coldly, “Let them in.” He wanted to see what these children were up to. He thought they must have been fed up with life and that they would claim to be his sons.

Soon, Curtis came in with three little children. When Eugene saw them, he was a little surprised as he did not expect that they were such young children.

Looking at the kids standing before him, he felt his heart soften strangely. They looked like they were carved from the same mold. The anger that had just filled him dissipated a little, and he felt he had seen them somewhere before.

However, Eugene believed that whoever was behind this was highly immoral to manipulate such young children to sow discord. Do they think I won’t bear to hurt them?

“So, you wanted to see me?” At that moment, one of the little boys stepped forward and introduced himself humbly, “My name is

here? Do I seem like someone who wants to be your dad?” Carter was momentarily stunned and frowned. “You are

asked, “Isn’t Promise Island yours?” Eugene lazily leaned against the back of the chair and replied, “Yes, and? Looks like you did

our daddy.” Eugene retorted coldly, “Promise Island is mine, but what does that have to do with you three claiming to

that Eugene was displeased with

gently grabbed Carter’s hand and stepped forward to speak, “We also discovered you have the

doesn’t automatically mean that every child with RH-negative blood is my son. However, since you are all young, I won’t give you a hard time. So, tell

standing before him were merely a bunch of six years olds, his imposing demeanor was overwhelming even for an adult, let alone

to speak up, “We don’t have