Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies novel Chapter 355

Bella can't wait to find Bonnie now and send her to the West, just like she did five years ago.

That's right, it's sending Bonnie to the West.

Bella is very confident about this.

After all, five years ago she was able to fool Bonnie into turning Erika, and five years later she certainly can.

Just like now, Bella had a great idea in her head.

She looked at Mrs. Nicholson, whose face was covered with blood, and cleared her throat, "All right, I can spare your son."

"Really?" Mrs. Nicholson was overjoyed and hurried to look up at Bella, "Thank you Mrs. Grant, thank you."

"Don't rush to thank me first, I can spare him, but there are conditions." Bella said slowly.

With that, Bella stretched out her carefully made crystal nails and pointed to the noodle soup that was still gurgling and tumbling, "Wash your face with this water and I'll let your son go."

What?!

Mrs. Nicholson looked at Bella with an incredulous face.

This is boiling noodle soup, normal people can't even touch it with their fingers, and Bella actually let her wash her face?

It will definitely disfigure ah!

And that's not all, Bella said, "After you wash your face, find a way to stay in the psychiatric hospital, when someone comes to ask you about what happened back then, you will blame it all on Bonnie, saying that it was all her own fault.

She was the one who didn't want the baby back then and begged me to take it and marry Sebastian, and said that if I didn't say yes, she would strangle the baby, and I had no choice, you know?"

Bella thought that was the perfect way to say it.

After all, she now has Mrs. Nicholson and the child killed, rather than a sense of wanting to cover up.

"Of course I'll take good care of him, don't worry, with the strength of our the Jones family, it's not enough to feed a child?" Bella said.

After a pause and added, "Do not hesitate, you do not agree, your son is really no good days."

"Okay, I promise." Mrs. Nicholson finally gritted her teeth and agreed.

She raised a step towards the stove and trembled, reaching out her hand to cup the pot of noodle soup to wash her face.

But after all, she is just an ordinary woman, ah, to hurt themselves like this, is a little afraid.

Mrs. Nicholson stood in front of the stove, hesitant to do so.

Bella got tired of waiting and went up to Mrs. Nicholson, grabbed her by the hair, and tried to push her right into the pot.

"Ah!" The sharp, painful female voice instantly resounded throughout the dilapidated earthen house!