Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 1201: Am I really a little princess?

Bonnie finished these words softly and was ready to turn around and leave.

But to my surprise, Aarav's voice came from behind me.

"Bonnie?"

Bonnie hurriedly raised her hand, wiped a handful of tears that spilled out of the corner of her eyes, and turned her head to squeeze out a smile, "Uncle, why are you awake?"

"I dreamed that you came to see me, and when I opened my eyes, I found out that you were really here." Aarav said.

The middle-aged man's face, full of vicissitudes, was full of happiness as he issued an invitation toward Bonnie, "Bonnie, would you like to come in and sit down for a while?"

Bonnie was a little hesitant.

Before he had time to open his mouth, the caregiver had returned with a stool.

Seeing the two standing together, it was a tense moment.

Throwing down the stool in his hand he darted over and stopped Bonnie with open arms, "Mrs. Grant you go, I'll protect you, I'll never let you get hurt."

On the other hand, he said to Aarav, "This is your own niece, don't mess around!"

Hearing this, the joy in Aarav's eyes was instantly quenched.

In its place, guilt and shortness of breath.

Even both hands clutched the edges of the hospital gown, rubbing hard, and whispered, "Last time I ...... I don't know what happened, I seemed to remember something very frightening, that's why I was like that."

After a pause and added, "Then let's chat through the door, OK, or tie me up."

The man who is over half a hundred years old and even has gray hair on his head, now has a pitiful look in his eyes and lowers his voice just to be able to spend more time with Bonnie.

Seeing that Bonnie hadn't responded, Aarav spoke again, "Because I don't know when the next time I'll be sober is, so, wanted to remember you while I could and spend more time with you Hearing this, the softest part of Bonnie's heart was instantly poked.

It was as if something sour and astringent was seeping out of it, irritating the tears in the eyes.

Indeed, after that incident back then, Aarav was admitted to a mental institution.

He was a good person, but was force-fed a lot of psychotropic drugs by Bella and Madeleine.

No mental illness, are eating out of mental illness!

Plus the long stay in that small, cold, cell-like ward inside, more suffocating.

To be honest, Aarav was strong enough to survive until the day she went to save him!

And now that Aarav, who had suffered so much, had briefly regained his sobriety and wanted to spend more time with her, how could Bonnie resist?

"Let's go in and sit down and talk, Uncle." Bonnie said.

The shade on Aarav's face cleared away and he hurriedly nodded, smiling more than a child, "Good, good, let's go in and talk."

When he got into the ward, Aarav very consciously tied his left hand to the bed with his shirt, and deliberately tied it in a dead knot.

"If I do do anything to you, you just run, okay?" Aarav said, "The nurse is waiting outside, as soon as you call her, she will come in and help you control me." Looking at Aarav so carefully, Bonnie only felt more sad in her heart.

"Uncle, actually you don't have to do this." Bonnie said.

Aarav shook his head and insisted, "No, you must! You are my most beloved niece and the most adorable and precious little princess of the Morgan family." Hearing this, Bonnie almost blurted out, "Am I really the Morgan family's little princess?"

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