Powerful Papa with Triplet Babies novel Chapter 1020

In the end, he forced himself to sleep for a while.

He thought that he had slept for a long time, but when he woke up, the triplets were still asleep and only a little more than an hour had passed.

The first thing Anthony did was grab his phone from the nightstand. No missed calls.

He walked out of the bedroom and called Ivan.

“Mr. Marwood, there’s still no trace of her,” Ivan replied.

Anthony gripped the phone so hard that the veins on the back of his hand were popping and he almost crushed the phone.

“Even if you have to turn the entire Luton upside down, you have to find her!”

“Yes, Mr. Marwood…”

Anthony’s pant leg was gently tugged.

He turned around and saw Chloe standing behind him while hugging a rag doll. Her little face was filled with grievances. “Papa, is Mama missing?”

Anthony tossed his phone aside and picked up his daughter. “No. I’ll visit her later and I’ll bring her home with me. Have I ever lied to you guys?”

Chloe pondered about it. “Really?”

“Yes.” Anthony pinched her chubby little hand. “Why are you awake? Have you had enough sleep?”

“I reached out but I didn’t feel you around, so I woke up!”

“Are you going back to sleep?” Anthony asked.

“I can’t fall asleep anymore.”

While carrying Chloe, Anthony stood outside the bedroom and took a peek inside. Charlie and Chris were still sleeping soundly on the bed.

He then brought his daughter downstairs.

Chioe sat at the table while having some snacks. The crumbs of her snack fell all over her and Anthony helped dust them off.

He handed the milk to her. “Have a sip. Don’t choke yourself.”

However, Chloe did not budge at all and both of her eyes were staring at him.

“What’s the matter?”

“Papa, I dreamed of Mama…”

Anthony’s expression was not very obvious. “What did you dream of?”

“Mama was crying very sadly. That’s why I woke up…” Tears welled up in Chloe’s eyes as she thought of her poor Mama.

Anthony’s hand that was holding the glass of milk trembled uncontrollably and froze in place.

“Mmm…” Anne woke up while moaning uncomfortably. She touched her forehead and it was not burning anymore. However, her body was still weak and without strength.

She was laying on top of haystacks and her feet were chained up. She knew, without even looking, how miserable she was.

She has also gotten used to this pitch–black world.

She sat up by supporting her body with difficulty.

As soon as she sat properly, she heard footsteps outside coming toward her.

What followed was the sound of the door being opened.

Anne leaned back and cowered a little as she knew the person who came in would bring harm to her.

“It looks like you’ve already recovered!” said the old lady while pursing her lips and putting her arms on her waist.

“I’m asking you again. Do you want to give birth to my son’s child? If you’re not willing, then I’ll beat you up right now until you’re willing!” The old man then whipped Anne’s body with the whip in his hand.

“Ah!” Anne cried out in pain, and she curled her body even tighter together.

“Are you willing or not?! Are you willing or not?!” The old lady shouted harshly, “I advise you to be smarter. You won’t benefit from being so stubborn. Do you think you can run away? Huh?”