Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

Chapter 375

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In the large living room, two people stood opposite each other, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

Bonnie looked at Sebastian in front of her and had to clench her hands with all her might to force her tears not to

fall.

No crying.

Sebastian would not have cared about her, and she cried just to invite disgust.

Why bother doing such a pointless thing?

"If there's nothing else, I'll go wash my hands." Bonnie said, turning around and heading to the bathroom.

Only Sebastian was left standing in place, focused pupils, there was a minute or two of indescribable complexity

and annoyance flavor.

This dinner, Sebastian and Bonnie are not a good meal.

After the hasty solution, one of them went to the study and the other to the bedroom.

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It looks like a quarrelsome couple.

Donna was so worried that she couldn't stop sighing while washing the dishes.

Mr. Grant and Mrs. Grant are always fighting like this, and their relationship will definitely be affected.

But the four youngest are in the living room doing crafts and watching TV, but not half worried.

They are at this moment as very ordinary five-year-old children, do not understand the world of adults, just

immersed in their happy and joyful childhood life.

But in reality, they're busy!

"Sister, have you finished painting yet?" Andrew inquired as he came forward.

Erika shook off her sore arms, "Soon, when I finish painting this meadow, I'll be ready."

"It's not like the grass is important, as long as the people are drawn." Joanna pulled the cardstock over, "Bring it

over here and I'll add a puppy on the side."

A few people worked on it, and then they solemnly took the finished handicraft to the study.

In the study, Sebastian is working on documents.

Usually only need half an hour to deal with things, he used a whole hour today, and still only dealt with less than half

of it.

"Daddy, can we come in?" Joanna asked in a milky voice, poking her little head in.

Sebastian tossed the signature pen on the table, "Come in."

The four youngsters then rushed in and took the finished craft to Sebastian.

"What's this?" Sebastian looked at the ugly kindergarten craft with disgusted eyes.

"It's homework, let's do a diorama of a family." Joanna replied, "Daddy, it's our family of five oh."

A family of ...... five?

Sebastian was amused by the childish remark and tried to correct Joanna for undercounting.

But then he noticed that on the three-dimensional cardstock, there was only one dad character, no mom.

No wonder Joanna is talking about a family of five.

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"Doesn't your Mommy Annie count?" Sebastian was silent for a moment before he spoke in a deep voice.

"My mommy doesn't count," Lukas answered first, "my great uncle said that my mommy is just a bed warmer for

you daddy, not a family at all."

Charles actually said something like that?

The shade on Sebastian's handsome face was accumulating more and more, and he subconsciously denied it,

"False, you should not believe it."

"Is it really a lie?" Andrew lifted his head leisurely, extraordinarily bashful and Sebastian locked eyes, "If you really

care about my mommy, why are you still fighting with her, she's sick and fragile and needs to be coaxed."

"Yes, yes daddy, girls are for pain, you'll lose Mommy Annie like this, nah, here's the cream, go put it on Mommy

Annie and then you'll make up!"

Sebastian's hand was stuffed with a poultice with residual warmth.

The ointment emitted a stinky smell, but he did not directly throw it away, but lowered his eyes and stared at it, with

a lot of thoughts in his mind.

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