Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy

Chapter 163 Silly

She thought that someone was coming to post advertisements again. This was a common scene in the neighborhood, after

all. Often after she woke up, she would find that the door and walls of her house were pasted with all sorts of small

advertisements.

There were medical advertisements, locksmith stickers, job recruitment, and all sorts of weird content.

Arthur said, “Repay what you owe. This one may be from a debt collector.”

Antony nodded as well. “Why are they pasted to our door? Arthur, let’s just tear them all out.”

The two kids started to tear the notes. Meanwhile, Elizabeth carried Abby into the house and put her on her bed.

Seeing her daughter sleeping so soundly, Elizabeth did not have the heart to wake her up for a change.

She looked at Abby in deep contemplation. It seems like she didn’t get sick much recently. Even so, she felt finally at ease

after she landed a stable job.

She prayed that all of her three kids could grow up healthy.

After Arthur and Antony finished removing all the advertisements, they returned to the room and saw Elizabeth.

“Mommy, we’ve removed all the advertisements and have closed the door.”

after

she pecked

and headed back to

Elizabeth lay on the bed and

noticed Matthew had sent her a message:

but Elizabeth had left early, and Chelsea was

on to

the time, Elizabeth

replied: Yes,

and a half

Matthew’s message came: Why did it take you so long to reply to my message?

wished so badly she could answer him that it was after work hours. However, she dared not to do so. As a personal secretary, she understood she had to

twenty-four

the hospital when we were

replied late.

reply, you b’stard? With that thought in mind,

who I’m going to engage with, you’re the only woman I love.

sleep. Her eyes felt heavy, but

reply from her. If so, he would come to the house

to doze off to

stared at the screen.

almost jumped out of

you’re a scumbag! How dare you still say

turned off the phone and decided she would leave the