Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 34 The Wound on Her Ankle

Looking at him walking away, she was left alone in this deserted area again.

Surrounded by darkness, she could even hear some weird rustle as if something unknown was approaching and sneaking onto her fingers... "Ahhhh!" she suddenly screamed.

Meanwhile, Sebastian had walked out of the dark alley, smouldering with annoyance.

He happened to save her from being raped by a drunken guy while on his way following the designer. But her ungrateful attitude really annoyed him a lot.

"I don't care what happened to you!" he murmured to complained.

But the next second, he clearly captured her scream. He stopped, cursing, "Goddamn!" Then he trotted backwards.

"Annie? Annie?" as he reached the deserted factory again, he saw no one and nothing.

Not until he yelled for a few more times did he get response of trembling voice from a corner, "Here...I am here..."

Sebastian walked over and saw her clinging to a pillar with her feet lifted high from the ground, on the eyelash of whom there were glittering tear drops.

"What are you doing?" he asked, feeling impatient.

She pouted to reply, "Rat! It's rat! I hate rats!"

She screamed just now because there was a rat crawling to her hand.

Hearing that, Sebastian huffed, "Coward!"

Just a moment ago, she appeared to be so daring to bombard him with harsh words. But now she was totally freaked out by a little rat?

Sebastian was about to fight back with some harsh mocking words, but then he noticed there was something wrong with her left foot, on the ankle of which there was blood running out. Perhaps she just wounded her ankle when stumbling down just now. The blood streamed down from the wound and even stained her foot all over, at the end of which it dripped and painted the ground bloody red. Didn't she feel the pain?

He felt like his own eyes was about to be painted red as well when seeing the blood. He said with deep voice, "Come on, just land on the ground."

She nodded and was about to jump down.

However, the wound seemed to disable her foot to stand. She fell down again as soon as she landed.

Fortunately, Sebastian managed to catch her in his arms. Then he strode out of the factory while holding her.

They were so close to each other that Bonnie could clearly feel his heart beating violently.

Every single heartbeat of his sounded loud and felt strong, rendering her distracted.

"Put me down. I can walk myself." She struggled.

"Stop moving! Or I will leave you alone with those rats!" he gritted with his voice echoing in the dark.

Hearing that, she hurried to stay still, not daring to nudge even a bit.

Sebastian then got her into his own car. Now he had totally put aside his intention to get to the designer. Instead, he drove to the hospital.

Soon, he reached the hospital his family owned. He walked in with Bonnie held in his arms. Then he dropped her onto a stretcher, "Check her wound."

"Okay, Mr. Sebastian, I will notice the doctor ASAP." The nurse hurried to push the stretcher into the doctor's office

After a thorough check-up, the doctor drew the conclusion-she was fine though with little bruises and scratches on her body. But the wound on the ankle appeared to be a bit more severe, which had almost reached the tendon. So a few stitches would be needed. After that, she would be required to stay in the hospital for rest in the following days.

"It takes so long for me to recover?" Bonnie was quite surprised, "But I got a job to do!"

She still needed to finish the jewelry design for Bella to have access to the Sunshine Villa, where she kept her kids.

However, as soon as she finished, Sebastian stood at the door to huff with a grim face, "You still got a job to do after taking over nine hundred million from me?”¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶

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