Unwanted Daddy Don't Come Closer to Mommy

Chapter 237 Since you dare to steal my son, I'll smash your door.

At this moment, the lobby on the first floor of the Miller family is in critical condition. Everyone surrounded Carl and Victor, and was ready to take them down. Latonia was startled by the scene while standing aside. "Carl, I will ask you again. Do you still refuse to come back to the Miller family?"

"Yes." Carl smiled. "But you can kill me on the spot and carry my dead body back to the Miller family. I won't go back to this disgusting place unless I die! "

He rarely has this kind of severe mood swings, and it happened every time when he was facing his family and hurting them.

Victor grabbed Carl's clothes. "Little uncle..." His voice trembled badly. "I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Don't die..."

Carl suddenly thought of Sonia's dead brother.

He is the perfect substitute of Sonia's brother for her. If he is dead, too, Victor's little face will definitely be wrinkled, looking like an abandoned beast, which he couldn't accept.

He is going to play the role of Sonia's brother until the end.

Even if he can only be a substitute for Eaton for rest of his life.

fought more fiercely. Seeing him like this, Latonia was scared. She couldn't

son would turn against her for the sake of a child born by another

telling you, if you die, the bastard in

monster who has too much wisdom at such a young age. I can tell

down and coughed out some blood with serious injury. He wiped the blood on

all over his body. He looked extremely malicious, and was like a beast in the Jungle Group who was being forced to fight

few steps back. She was startled by her son's murderous look. When she came to her senses, her face turned pale. "You actually looked at me with such a malicious look for the sake of a bastard who came out of nowhere, didn't you? Carl, do you still see me as your

people around him didn't dare

face. He widened his eyes and kept covering Carl's wound and wiped the

moved the robot-like servants in

ever asked him whether it hurts or not while

this five-year-old child would press on his wound to stop the bleeding with his little hands

be shocked by the scene in front of her. She felt that the heart in

door of the Miller family, as if someone had hit their door hard from the