Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1697

It was not to forgive Anthony completely.

Dior frowned and looked at Charmine hopelessly. "Charmine, Anthony is treating you so well. Have you genuinely not thought of getting back with him?" "No," replied Charmine, no hesitance detected. "We'll never get back together.”

No matter what he did to stir her emotions nor how much he had given up for her, he had crossed her line.

Anthony had slept with Waverly, and Charmine would never forgive him for that.

Dior gently touched Charmine's shoulder as a form of silent comfort.

Love was not for outsiders to comment on. Only the ones in it would understand it.

"Let's not talk about this," muttered Charmine. "It's not so bad now."

Charmine looked level-headed, seemingly as if she was not heartbroken before. Gazing at the tranquil village distantly, she spoke, "It's still early, so let’s go out for a walk and get a breather." "Good idea." Dior left with her.

Dior then recalled how Harry was close to recovering completely and that they would have to return to Burlington soon. She had no idea when they would return to this scenic village again.

She adored this village. Apart from its romantic atmosphere, this was the place where her love story with Harry blossomed.

Meanwhile...

Sonia was on her way to look for Harry, but as she walked and got to a well, she saw Dior and another woman standing on the bridge, chatting casually.

Sonia quickly hid behind a tree with her arms crossed and waited for them to leave.

It did not take long before the voices of the two women were heard.

Sonia did not want to hear them, but Dior's giddy voice was too loud.

Most frustrating of all, Dior was even coming up with names for her baby with Harry.

How absurd.

Harry had just scooped up some vegetables for her, and she was that far into planning their future?

What a daydreamed

Harry would never marry Dior nor would he have babies with her. He could only belong to her, Sonia!

Soia clenched her fists and glared at Dior, who was standing on the bamboo bridge.

Looking at how happy she looked and listening to the disgusting things she rambled on about, Sonia wished she could just walk up to her and tear off her mouth.

Despite her burning rage, Sonia had to contain herself.

Once she explained to Harry her situation, she would not have to do this herself. Harry would kick Dior out for her!

Oh, how she longed to see who would be smiling in the end.

Sonia waited for a long and painful while before the two women finally left.

She walked out from her corner and smiled at the sight of Dior's back. Yes, she still had that grin on her face, but that would be wiped clean with tears the moment she returned from her little walk.

Sonia arrived at the village chief’s house and pushed the door open. She noticed that the entire house was pitch-black, save Harry's room with the lights on.

Sonia did not hesitate to walk in. When she pushed open the room's door, she saw...

Harry, supported by a walker, attempted to walk inside the spacious room.

Sonia frowned. It was only then did she notice his heavily bandaged leg. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Since when was he hurt?

"Harry..." The visibly worried Sonia rushed up to Harry quickly.

She reached out and tried to support him, but before she could touch him, he flinched away from her.

Harry shot her a hostile glare, his expression ice-like cold. "Shouldn’t you knock before you come in?”

Sonia's face stiffened. A moment later, she gently replied, "I'm sorry, but I just saw your bandaged leg. I was too worried and I panicked. I forgot."

Harry scoffed. "Worried? Did you see the wrong person? Did you think I'm that boyfriend of yours?"