Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 1251: Why is it different from what she thought?

Hearing these words, Rachel's heart, which had already been lost, beat vividly once again.

She knew that her uncle couldn't possibly dislike her!

The reason why just now so fiercely ripped himself away, is certainly afraid that the anger rippled to himself.

This is not, uncle is going to replace that woman to help themselves to revenge!

Rachel's heart was filled with anticipation and pleasure.

Finally, you can get back at these women who don't know the sky is the limit!

Especially the woman who ended up winning made her hate it.

As she thought about it, the woman was pushed in front of Father Pearson.

"So you're the one, who's claiming the throne in this container?" Father Pearson said as he sized up the woman in front of him.

This is a woman of pretty good posture, front and back, and a very delicate face.

More importantly, it is clear that we are all desperately trying to survive inside the container, so that no one is a ghost.

This woman is very unique, there is no half a wound on the body even if, but also with a faint fragrance.

It's not too much to say that they are urban beauties caught on the side of the road.

And then look at the bruised and dying Rachel next to her, it's a stark contrast.

And the woman saw Father Pearson and did not panic in the slightest.

Instead, he threw a winks and said, "The king of success and defeat, plus I didn't know she had a background, the one who doesn't know is not guilty, boss, you shouldn't blame me, right?"

Bitch!

Rachel roared in her mind, hating to tear this woman to pieces.

She actually dared to hook up with her uncle in front of herself.

What a shame!

Uncle will get her killed, for sure!

But surprisingly, Father Pearson did not have to do anything, but lifted his hand, cupped the woman's chin, wantonly measuring up.

Finally laughed lightly, "The courage is not small, what, not afraid that I get you killed?"

"I'm afraid, how can I not be afraid!" The woman spoke, "But more than fear, more than expectation, expectation boss you can save me from the sea of suffering."

"That's my baby niece you're hurting." Father Pearson reminded.

The woman blinked, full of innocence, "It should not be too baby, otherwise how come you did not just get me killed, but here you are with me?"

Rachel was beside herself listening to it like she was going to vomit blood.

Seen shameless, never seen so shameless.

Uncle where you and she are not.

Don't flatter yourself!

She struggled to sit up and replace a pen and paper to write a sentence to get her killed.

As a result, I heard Father Pearson speak up and say, "You two, take her to change her clothes and send her to my hotel room." What?!

Rachel couldn't believe her ears and stared in horror.

Uncle is crazy!

How can I let this woman go to the hotel room.

This is the bad woman who bullies herself.

But she can't speak now, she can only make ah-ah-ah sounds, which sound very harsh.

Father Pearson was so distracted by this that he simply had her gagged with a smelly sock.

The woman, on the other hand, left in triumph, following two attendants.

When he passed by Rachel, he deliberately stood for a moment and said leisurely in a voice that only two people could hear, "It seems that your uncle doesn't love you as much as he thought. No wonder you were sent to that container, this life ah, you are finished!"

Tsk, it's pathetic.

Rachel could only glare at the woman with indignation, then lay weakly on the stretcher, no longer having the strength to struggle.