Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 984

Rupert's tone is serious, and his expression is extra serious, obviously not in jest.

He was really going to kill Christian.

Before this dude bullied Anna!

Bonnie's back broke out in a cold sweat and rushed to stop him, "Calm down, it's against the law to kill someone, you kill Christian and then you go to jail, what about Anna?"

After the death of one Christian, Anna will probably find another Christian.

By the time Rupert has become a murderer to go to jail, who will guard Anna?

Hearing this, Rupert's expression instantly became painful.

"But I can't watch Anna with another man, especially, such an asshole!" Rupert clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Bonnie nodded along, "I certainly wouldn't want Anna to get involved with someone like that either."

But right now, impulsiveness is the devil!

After thinking about it, Bonnie came up with a compromise idea, "How about this, I'll call Anna back now, you go home first, I'll stay with Anna, so you should feel at ease, right?"

"But I want to stay here ......," Rupert was hesitant.

Bonnie was helpless, "But you know that Anna doesn't want to see you right now."

What if the two meet and get into trouble again?

If Anna's hot temper comes up, not to mention her, ten horses can't pull back!

It will be really hard to end up then.

Rupert was silent for a long time, but finally sighed helplessly, "Okay, I know."

He walks is all.

When he arrived at the doorstep, he didn't even pull out the car keys and rushed straight to the bedroom on the second floor.

A dozen servants were gathering around the bed, each at their wits' end, while the old woman in the bed was frantically clutching her head and screaming and scratching.

The crowd is dying of anxiety, but they don't know where to start.

And at this time, a servant saw Rupert with a sharp eye, as if he saw a savior, "It's Mr. Robertson, Mr. Robertson is back!"

"Mr. Robertson, you should hurry to see the lady!"

Rupert's expression was gloomy as he lifted his steps to the bedside, "Mother, I'm back, you're not feeling well anywhere, I'll take your pulse first."

The words fell to the ground, the old woman clutched Rupert's wrist, "Son, I'm having nightmares again, what should I do, am I going to die, is he coming to catch me in hell?!"

"It was just a dream," Rupert soothed, "It's okay, just wake up."