Super Wife’s Three Babies

She looked at Doreen, a little nervous, and asked, "If I really am Queen Blanchett's daughter, who is my father?" Before Doreen could speak, an urgent voice came from the door, "General Bleu, something bad has happened. Mr. Nolan and Mr. Bleu are fighting outside."

Hugh frowned at the untimely interruption. "Where are the guards? Stop them quickly."

The servant stammered, "Mr. Bleu won't allow it, but I saw... I saw that Mr. Bleu seemed to be beaten badly!"

Olivia immediately shot to her feet. "I'll check what's going on!"

At this moment, only she could stop Eugene when he was in such a mood. Still, she had to admit, he was quick with his hands and feet. She could clearly remember that he was just in the room a moment ago. When did he leave?

Hugh looked at Olivia gratefully, stood up, wrapped a thin blanket around Doreen, and pushed her to the courtyard.

As soon as they left the room, they saw two people fighting each other. No! It shouldn't be called a fight; it was more like one-sided pounding. Plus, Albert had never been a match for Eugene. Now, he was plagued by guilt, so he definitely wouldn't fight back.

It was exactly as the servant said... Albert was being beaten badly.

Olivia yelled, "Eugene, stop!"

to heed her. If anything, he placed more

he could think was, How dare Albert come here after all that? Since he has the audacity to make an appearance, doesn't that mean that he

throbbing temples. This man really worried her

being overprotective. It was just troublesome that he would brush

that

"Eugene!"

to make me go

heart. He only ceased venting his anger on Albert because he was concerned about Olivia's well-being. So, he glared at Albert as he snarled, "Both Olivia and I were blind to consider you, an ungrateful person, as a friend. Have you forgotten why we came here in the first place? Were those promises when you begged us for help meant nothing but wind to you? You knew we were isolated and helpless in this unfamiliar place, and the only person we could place our trust in was you. Yet, what did you do?! You abandoned

tone that his

been beaten black and blue, was now sprawled motionless on the ground. Nevertheless, he struggled to explain, "I'm sorry, my mind was

explain your attitude away by claiming that your head wasn't on straight? Dream on! Albert Bleu, you'd better stay far away

when she had

intellect! If anything, it's a matter of character. We treated you with utmost sincerity, but you're worse than a dog! No, if we treated a dog with such sincerity, the dog would definitely protect us in critical moments.