My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 1316
Bonnie quickly went and held Maggie’s arm. “Mom!” When Maggie came into the house, Queenie said, “Mom.”
Maggie was delighted. Her daughters were both gorgeous. Getting pregnant with them was hard work, but it was worth it. And ever since Bonnie came back, her days were filled with laughter. Even some of her ailments like migraines, depression, and insomnia, were gone. She used to cry just from looking at Bonnie’s stuff and had to take medications for it, but now she was okay.
She bought two different handbags for her daughter and asked them to choose what they wanted. Bonnie looked at Queenie, waiting for her to make a choice. Queenie picked one and said, “I want this one, Mom.”
“Oh, that one looks nice. It’s my lucky color today. I love it,” Bonnie said on purpose. Ugh, she just has to take whatever I have. Queenie raised the bag. “Fine, you can have it.”
She picked up the other bag and was about to leave, but Bonnie handed the first bag back to her. “I just said I liked it, didn’t say I wanted it. I wouldn’t take anything from you.”
Disgusting fake b*tch. She snapped, “What do you want, then? Pick one and stop pestering me.”
Bonnie bit her lip and teared up. She looked to her parents for help, and Maggie came over. “What would you like, Bonnie?” she asked gently..
I’m fine with anything you bought me.” Bonnie pursed her lips. ‘Fine. You can have both of them. Happy now?” Queenie picked her bag up and went upstairs.
Bonnie pouted. “Was it something I said? I made her angry again. I didn’t mean to.”
“Queenie is a feisty girl. It’s not your fault. u like this one, don’t you?” Here, you l Maggie gave Bonnie the bag she wanted. Brandon sighed. ‘Stop making her mad, Bonnie. You’re her sister. Get along.”
“Got it. Dad.” She blinked nicely. “I’ll take this to Queenie.’ She picked the other bag up and went upstairs. Queenie had just entered her room and was about to sit down, but someone knocked on the door. “Who is it?”
“It’s me.” “I don’t want to see you,” answered Queenie.
Bonnie opened the door anyway. She closed it behind her and came over to hand Queenie a bag. “Here’s yours.” Queenie was really happy her mother bought her a gift, but her mood soured all because of Bonnic. “You like them both, don’t you? Take them and leave me alone.” Queenie turned away.
Bonnie smirked and remarked sarcastically, I love everything you have. I do want to take them, but that depends on my whims.”
She was not just talking about the bags. She was talking about everything in the house, including the men Queenie liked.
“I try to be a nice sister, but you’re making this hard. I don’t understand how you can be so evil.” Queenie was flabbergasted. We’re sisters by blood. Even if we grew up differently, we should share the same kindness.
But ever since Bonnie came back, she had been nothing but fake and vicious. Queenie tried to hold it in, but Bonnie kept toeing the line. She could even make herself look like a victim over one little handbag.
