Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 292

Rupert's words were like a basin of cold water splashing onto Bonnie's face and putting out the tiny flame.

He couldn't come?

Why?

He just didn't want to come!

How ridiculous! Sebastian just asked someone to pick her up, yet she had been waiting happily in the cold for half an hour. She even thought it was worth waiting for.

Bonnie was so upset that she did not want to say a word. After pulling the nearby seat belt out and securing it, she said in a gloomy tone, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Robertson. Please drive."

Rupert felt the inside temperature was lower at once. It was so chilly that he couldn't help shivering.

In silence, he reached his hand to the center console and turned the heat up to twenty-eight degrees Celsius.

"Yes, it was a little bit warmer now." Rupert thought.

After half an hour or so, the car pulled over at the gate of the Sunshine Villa.

Without hesitation, Bonnie got off and walked into the house. She looked forward and went straight to Erika's room.

Yes, she planned to sleep with Erika tonight like yesterday.

But Rupert called out to her from behind, "Annie, shouldn't you go see Sebastian first?"

See Sebastian?

"Why should I go see him?" replied Bonnie. She did not stop and kept on walking forward.

Rupert scratched his head. "Because he is sick and it's all because of you."

"It's reasonable and fair that Annie goes see my cousin, Sebastian," Rupert thought.

Upon hearing his words, Bonnie stopped in shock!

What happened?!

Sebastian was ill and it was because of her.

"Eric, how's Sebastian?" asked Bonnie.

Eric's eyes overflowed with tears and he cannot resist crying when speaking, "Mrs. Grant, Mr. Grant is a poor man, he has…he has already…Oh my god…"

Eric cried so hard that he could not speak clearly at last.

In fright, Bonnie's legs became so weak that she almost fell to the ground.

If she hadn't leaned against the wall, she would probably have broken down.

"No way. Mr. Robertson said he's just poisoned. Why could it be?" Bonnie shook her head desperately.

Eric cried even much louder. "He was poisoned. Everyone poisoned would be like that. Not to mention Mr. Grant's habitus is special and he is a neat freak, allergic to many things. And he smelt the inferior paint so…"

Bonnie's brain boomed and a "string" inside snapped.

She pushed Eric away and rushed into the room in despair.

No, it was impossible. He could not die. She must see him with her own eyes!