Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

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In one sentence, it gave Old Mr. Pearson a headache.

Right!

| almost forgot that the Pearson Family and the Jones Family are related by a baby!

If Sebastian is not the heir of the Jones Family, then the heir must be someone else.

But if it were someone else, would they treat Bonnie this way?

Maybe it's a domestic violence man.

The day after day forced Bonnie to give birth to a child, but also drink domestic violence, so that Bonnie life is worse than death.

The more you think about it, the more scared you get.

Old Mr. Pearson reached out and clutched Sebastian's arm, "You are still thoughtful, Sebastian, in fact, Grandpa doesn't ask for

anything else, as long as you don't let Bonnie go to live with the Jones Family."

Bonnie couldn't help but tug at the corners of her mouth next to her.

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"Grandpa, you just said that whether you move to the Jones Family or move out, it will be a bolt from the blue for you!"

It's only been a few minutes.

Grandpa changed his face a little too fast!

Old Mr. Pearson is full of square, "How can that be the same, in fact, | have thought carefully, than you go to the Jones Family, or go

out to live the most appropriate.”

At the end of the day, but also a heated smile, "And you live outside, it's all the sconvenience for me!"

Convenient?

Bonnie wondered, "What's convenient?"

"Secret!" Old Mr. Pearson sold out, "You'll know when the tcomes."

And mysteriously!

Bonnie shook her head helplessly and let him go.

As long as Old Mr. Pearson doesn't cry because she and Sebastian are moving out, she's thanking God!

"Bonnie, since you're moving out, you must have to pack, right? Go go go, grandpa go help you pack!" Old Mr. Pearson also began

to volunteer himself.

Without further ado, Bonnie was dragged by him to the Pearson Family's storage room.

Old Mr. Pearson cleaned up a lot of things.

Bonnie couldn't stand it and reached out to stop him, "Wait a minute Grandpa, | don't have a problem with you packing wicker

chairs and a bunch of thick blankets, but you also brought a wheelchair for the elderly, what does that mean?"

Old Mr. Pearson eyes dodging, embarrassed smile, "Oh, although it is your and Sebastian's new home, but there is no guarantee

that | will go over to live a few days, there is no danger, there is no danger!"

With a long list of excuses, Old Mr. Pearson put Bonnie off.

"Yes, and that soup pot, take it along too, that pot makes good soup!" Old Mr. Pearson was still instructing the servants.

And Bonnie exited the warehouse.

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She's basically packed everything she wants, so let Old Mr. Pearson do the rest himself!

She has more important things to do than to pack this thing!

With that in mind, Bonnie went back to her room.

After making sure no one was there, a phone call was dialed.

The phone was quickly answered, only the voice on the other end seemed a bit surprised, "Why are you calling me?"

"It's a bit abrupt, but I'd like to ask you to meet, | wonder if it's okay?" Bonnie's voice was not condescending.

On the other end of the phone, there was another moment of silence.

Following that, he spoke, "Yes, when?"

"Right now, you set a place and I'll cover now." Bonnie replied.

"In such a hurry?"

"Yes, | can't wait a moment, because when the press conference is over tomorrow, it might not make any sense forto look for

you again." Bonnie replied, "Can we meet?"

"Meetat The Pear Garden in Capital, I'll be there this afternoon for the play, 3 o'clock!"

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