Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 1403: Seeking injustice for him

Bonnie was impressed.

At the Pearson Family, she really knows what it means to be a groupie.

At the same time, it is clear why Rachel would go to the trouble of preparing fake parents for herself, just to keep her from returning to the Pearson Family.

Because, with such a wonderful the Pearson Family and such a perfect life, who wants to let go?

Rachel did, and so did she.

"Thank you grandpa, thank you all!" Bonnie bowed ninety degrees very seriously and sincerely.

In return, there were nervous shouts of alarm.

"You child, pregnant, how can you do such a dangerous remember action!"

"Come over here and let me take your pulse to see if you've hurt the baby in your belly."

"Third aunt, you are a pediatrician, I am the obstetrics and gynecology, I am good at this, you hurry to get out of the way, if you delay, you can afford to take responsibility!" Everyone pushed and shoved and argued with each other, but the goal was to make Bonnie well.

Finally it was Ayra who came out, took Bonnie's pulse and felt her stomach again.

"It's fine, the adults and children are fine."

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief at this.

It was opened and ready to go.

Ayra also turned around and headed out.

Bonnie thought about it, got up and followed, lowered her voice and asked, "Aunt Sam, you know medicine too, did you learn it at the Pearson Family?"

Ayra's eyes had a few downcast moments, "Sort of, and not really."

Hmm?

Bonnie didn't quite understand, "What does that mean."

"I didn't want to learn, but when I was pregnant with Max, the doctors around me couldn't be trusted, so I taught myself a little obstetrics and gynecology in order to protect myself and the Max in my belly." "You can still encounter things like this at the Pearson Family?" Bonnie was shocked.

The Pearson Family is not a very harmonious and warm family, but actually will also play such a rivalry.

Ayra's eyebrows remained muted, "It wasn't the Pearson Family, it was someone from outside."

After a pause, and added, "Forget it, it's all in the past, it's all over long ago, and there's no point in discussing it."

Dropping these words, Ayra disappeared from Bonnie's sight.

Bonnie, however, could not come back to her senses for a long time.

Why do I feel that Ayra has a big, big secret hidden in her body!

She was puzzled.

In the end, Ihad to give up and take the bus to the Jones Family first.

The entrance of the Jones Family has already been surrounded by journalists, and a dozen security guards formed a human wall that could not stop the crowd's passionate attack and was about to be broken through.

Well, at that moment, the reporters saw Sebastian who appeared and ran over.

"Mr. Grant, Mr. Grant please, what do you think about what you know about being heir to the Jones Family?"

"Mr. Grant, what would you like to do when you become heir to the Jones Family?"

"Please respond positively to your relationship with the impostor heir, who is, in essence, your puppet and servant, right?"

Snap!

Just after the reporter's words, a hand stretched out next to him, directly knocking the microphone off.

The harsh, piercing sound made everyone cover their ears.

In the end, it was the reporter who was quick on the uptake and hurriedly bent down to turn off the microphone on the floor.

Raising his head was about to lash out, and was abashed at the look of the man.

"Ching......Miss Nancy, what brings you here?"

Nancy's face is like frost, but her beautiful eyes are spitting fire with anger, and she wants to kill the reporter in front of her a million times.

"I don't come, how do I know Capital Daily can raise a waste of journalists like you, full of shit and narrow-minded, not worthy of being a human being!"

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