(Love Hurts!) Trapped By Mr. Mobster
Bian wrong?

"DWO!!!"

The cry of the little boy echoed strongly, his round eyes kept watering and looking frantically at the mother.

"Mommy! Mommy's! Huhoo..."

The little girl was confused, should she think the mother would still be fine because for her big belly there was a separate storage.

My eyes turned in a line towards her little princess who now began to cry near her while continuing to pull her hand.

But he could not make a sound or wake up, his blood continued to flow without being able to stop.

The clear liquid that was also like her came out mixed with the thick red liquid.

The little girl took in her hiccuped breath, she began to get up and walk with her own to get out.

"DWO!!!"

"Help Mommy!!!"

His shout loudly as he opened the door of his mother's room and times certainly invited someone to come.

"God! Missy? You okay?"

The sound of one of the servants coming closer looked at the crying but bloodied little boy.

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

"Huhoo!"

Her cry was directly pointing towards her mother who was on that floor.

"Yes pardon! Madam!"

The waiter gave a surprised shriek, he immediately called the guard of the mansion to immediately take the madam to the nearest hospital.

Unlike the old mansion which almost 24 hours has subordinates who work as doctors and right hands who are often there.

His new mansion is just like any other mansion that is just limited to an ordinary house without any of its centers of dark activity.

Driving itself faster than waiting for an ambulance, and now the fast-moving car is heading to the nearest hospital.

......................

Hospitals.

The swift pace of it ran in the corridor, he immediately went following when he heard the news about his wife.

"What's going on?"

The sound of gasping for a run stopped at the end of the hallway when he saw someone he knew.

"I'm sorry for our negligence, before her mistress slept in the room and then Miss Bianca cried after it was like this" said one of the guards who only told her about what she knew.

James took a small peek, he also gave a signal to his guard if it was allowed to return.

While the tail of his eyes glanced towards his little princess who looked still crying sobbing until hiccups with clenched hands and a face that looked down with hands and clothes that were still covered in blood.

"Bianca? You know what this is?" her question was this time looking towards her crying daughter.

Should his little princess directly hug him when he comes and indeed his usual like that.

"Daddy..."

The hoarse voice because the cry called out to the father, eyes swollen because the cry was holding the sight of someone standing in front of him.

James crouched down on one knee to see his daughter's face without the tiny creature.

"Mommy ain't dead, is she?" asked her with her adorable raspy voice with a scared face.

The man silently said nothing, but his eyes looked without blinking or giving his embrace to the crying child.

"Bie.. Bian just wants a sister ba.. his baby is just a ma... die.." said his choked-up because of hiccups.

"Ta. but Mommy... Mo's.. Mommy ke. why also sa.. sick.." he continued with fear of the father.

His brain certainly records something every time he makes someone hurt.

My eyes, pale face and open lips were a little like I wanted to say something.

He remembered it, as if he was waiting for the pull of life to come out. But this time he saw the same thing in his mother.

He did not understand what death was like, but what he understood was that death was something that made him able to make someone fall asleep and not disturb him anymore.

"What's the baby's sister doing?" the man asked in a low tone.

Not snapping or pulling rough hands of his daughter to confess.

"Bie.. Bian hit the decorative flowers on Daddy Mommy's kamal." answered softly to the father.

He readily confesses to his father, there is no glimmer of lying when he talks to the man who taught him everything he did.

"Let's hit Mommy?" ask James to clarify.

Bianca immediately shook her head quickly, she just felt like hitting her baby sister instead of her mother.

"Bian ain't hitting Mommy! Bian, dear Mommy! Hua!!!" her crying to the father.

"Dian? A bianca? Stop crying, talk to Daddy first." said his voice that keeps his tone and remains calm in order to face his daughter.

Bianca turned her head back, the regular tone of her speech not snapping at all. He looked back at his father but his tears were pouring down his round cheeks.

"What did Bian hit?" asked her daughter once more when she saw that cute face was now staring back at her.

"Pe. Mommy's pelut... A. sister is in Mommy's pelut.." she replied faltering.

"Why?" the man stared at his daughter without giving a pause to calm her beloved little girl.

"Mo's.. Mommy la. again tidul.. te. telus his baby sister gelak telus in Mo's pelut.. Mommy, Bi.. Bian already made a torch for diem but his baby sister did not want.. ja. so Bian bial bial his baby sister died..."

"A.. her baby sister na. naughty.." her cry to the father who this time told her all.

"Bianca?" the voice that was calling out was staring towards her daughter.

The little girl looked towards the father who this time showed no strong emotions. Like anger, but no anger comes out.

"Daddy had told me to talk after Bian's sister was born" she told her daughter.

Bianca closed her lips tightly and could not say anything.

"Dian? Want to see Mommy ain't the same as us again? Her baby sister is still in Mommy's stomach, Bian can't think that Mommy will be sick too?" ask her daughter.

"But Mommy is sick with her baby sister!" he said that crying to his father.

"That Bian knows? Mommy is sick because her baby sister is still in the stomach Mommy keeps Bian hitting her baby sister," said the man who still keeps his tone of voice on his daughter.

Those brown eyes started to tremble, he lowered his head and stared at the floor. Although the father did not say anything that scolded him but impressed like this time blame him.

"This naughty time is not the baby's sister, but Bianca" said her who did not even call with a short name or call.

"Bie.. Bian's not a bad boy!" he said that he grabbed the father's hand.

Just this time the father said if he did anything naughty, he was scared and nervous.

He did not know his sense of being angry, but even though the man in front of him did not raise his voice at all or change his facial expression he knew if the man was angry.

"By.. Daddy..."

His cry was soft on the father who was now calling, his face looked sad and staring meu towards the father.

"Don't you love Mommy? Bian don't want Mommy to be with us again, so Bian did that?" ask her little princess.

The little girl started crying again, she shook her head and looked at her father.

"Dear dear Mommy! Huhuhoo!" that cry with that tiny, vibrating body.

Because from the beginning what he did not want was his baby sister and not his mother.

"Darling? If baby Bian ain't gonna hit Mommy, because of his baby sister? But her baby sister is still in Mommy's stomach," she told her crying daughter without giving a pause to calm her down.

"Huhu.." There was no answer at all that was heard but only a soft cry that filled the hall again.

"Dian? This time Bian was wrong?" ask her to her daughter while pulling the tiny hand slowly in order to look back at her.

And indeed in order to train the emotions of his little princess or build up an affection and punishment he must make the round eyes of it look towards her.

"Bian wrong? Bian did not want Mommy to be sick." said her crying while looking at the father.

"Yes, this time Bian was wrong" he said to his beautiful daughter who was crying sobbing.

The brown eyes seemed jolted, the father never blamed him for anything and if now he is blamed, isn't this time his father was really angry?

"Sorry Daddy.." sobbing nua trembling.

"Who's sorry? Not to Daddy," said the man in a tone that sounded the same but made his little daughter nervous.

"Bie.. Bian later mi. apologized to Mommy as well.." she said softly to the father.

The man took a breath, it was obvious that the little boy did not know what he was doing was a mistake.

"Dian? Listen Daddy," said the man who this time held both sides of the tiny shoulder and made the round, puffy eyes see it.

"If Bian wants Mommy to stay the same we Bian must also love his baby sister, and who can be legal or determine who is naughty it's just Daddy, not Bianca." his words were pressing every word on the little girl.

Bianca cried, the words that sounded in a low tone were like entering her head.

It was as if he had no power until his father gave him permission first.

The cultivation of the mind to obey someone he may not be aware of for now.

"Bianca understands?" say it again to her daughter.

He knows how to suppress or scold the little girl, he knows how to make her submissive little princess without having to surprise her with a big voice because she raised him.

The little girl nodded, that subtle tone was like an implied order to her.

James sighed this time, he was upset and afraid that something would happen to the woman he loved so much as well as the two sons he was waiting for.

He now pulled the tiny body into his arms, rubbing the trembling little back gently.

"Now Bian knows what to do? This time don't Daddy have to look at things like this twice, got it?" whisper it in those tiny crying ears.

The little girl nodded in her father's arms, neither rebelling nor showing back her anger.

But he was scared!

There was no words of ridicule, no deafening high voice, no punches from the hands that floated up and hurt the surface of his skin in the slightest.

But why is he so scared?

He felt unable to give up, he could not lie or argue, the entire tiny body seemed to freeze and admit his mistakes.

In addition to the fear of the future that may come without a new mother with her, she also feels a fear that must make her submissive.

3 Hours later.

The man was still waiting in the same place, his exhausted little daughter fell asleep in his sling and he still did not tell this to his wife's twin sister.

"How long ago..."

His murmuring continued to feel uneasy, and only looked towards the blurred door of the place where the wife went inside.

She felt fear and guilt, should she continue with the wife until the time of birth and this time was the first childbirth operation when she could not accompany her woman. Not like the first child and the second child.

The sound of the sliding door was heard, his eyes looked up and immediately approached.

The man who was still wearing the surgical gown but of course his bloody robe was already on the loose.

"What's their condition? She survived? My kids?" her question was immediately scathed with a question.

The doctor was silent for a moment, he saw a different man than the one before him escorting pregnant women who were bleeding it.

"You're his guardian?" ask her first to be sure before talking about her patient's condition.

"Yes, I'm her husband." James replied quickly.

"Everyone survived but there's a condition the babies need to be noticed so we moved her into the incubator, and there are a few things I have to say as the effects of the violent impact on the patient" he said this time about his condition.

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The man sighed, staring at the wife who was still unconscious.

The beautiful face was still pale, the green eyes were invisible because they were closed by her eyelids that had eyelashes that curved upwards.

"Sorry..."

"I wasn't there next to you at the time..."

He muttered softly as he rubbed the woman's cheek.

James took his breath, he had already repatriated his daughter while calling the driver to pick her up.

He also talked about the condition of his babies and the condition of the woman.

Because the woman has a different disease condition than people in general and certainly not everyone knows even if she is a doctor.

Therefore the doctor who petrified the process of childbirth the woman felt something different, something different, from the start of rare blood types and unusual body conditions so that it is concluded if the woman should not get pregnant again because it will threaten her safety.

Not her have uterine problems or can not get pregnant again but advised not to get pregnant again because of some reasons that will threaten the life of the mother.

"Rest and wake up..."

"We have to see our kids together, right?"

Say the man while gently dipping his woman's forehead.