Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1707

Dior seldom cried. Even when she was wronged, she never cried.

At this moment, however, tears brimmed her eyes.

She stood as she watched Harry save Sonia.

It was as if Harry could not see her, that all he cared about was Sonia. Rescuing her at last, he checked if she had wounds.

Once he was sure there were none, he snapped at her, 'What were you doing!?"

His tone was not full of hatred. In fact, it was full of concern.

Sonia laid on the ground listlessly. Her face was pale as she looked at Harry softly with a look of despair. "Harry...why did you save me?" she started to sob. "Just let me die. You no longer want to be with me... What's the point of me living?" 'You'd give up on yourself for love? Since when has the Sonia I knew become so weak?" Harry looked at her with concern.

Sonia sobbed, "Because you’re my everything. I thought you loved me a lot and would wait for me. Once I give birth to the baby, I’ll explain to you, and we can start over, yet you... You fell for another woman...

'You're my world, and without you, I have no purpose to live. Let me die..."

Agitated, Sonia struggled to get up and tried to jump into the river again.

Harry frowned. Forcefully reeling her back and carrying her bridal-style, he snapped, "With me around, don't you dare die!"

It was as if everything else had vanished as Harry carried Sonia and left quickly. 2

Even as he walked past Dior, it was as if she did not exist. Since he left in a rush, he accidentally brushed against her shoulder.

He did not see her. All he cared about was Sonia. Lifting Sonia in his arms, he quickly walked.

Dior staggered back at the sudden push from colliding against Harry. She tripped over a stone, and-

Crack!

She twisted her ankle.

Dior was in so much pain that she had to grab onto a tree to break her fall.

Once again, a sharp pain festered in her ankle.

The newly recovered wound was torn again...

Dior was in so much pain that she had no energy to moan. She could feel every cell in her body turning into thousands of needles that stabbed and pricked at her.

The pain was unimaginable.

She remained transfixed on the spot and watched as Harry left, his back slowly fading from view. Suddenly, she felt as if she would lose him forever once he left this time.

Dior clenched her fists.

She wanted to chase after Harry to speak some sense into him, but just as she moved, she felt just how incapacitated her ankle was. She could not even move it.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Defeat loomed her entire being.

Why did he tell her this? Why could he not lie to her forever?

'Harry Cogen... Can't you...stay?'

However, his cold figure had already vanished into the darkness.

Dior looked down as hot tears streamed down her face.

When the woman-who bore witness to everything that had happened- saw how defeated Dior looked, she grew worried that Dior might do anything foolish. Hence, she went up to her and coaxed her, saying, 'Young lady, don't cry. There are lots of good men around."

Dior could not take it anymore. She could no longer hold back her tears rolling down like tap water, incessantly dripping.

There were many good men in the world, but she only loved Harry. 1

What a shame that she was never good enough for him.

The woman's heart sank as she heard Dior sobbing. She reached out to hold onto her and said, "Don’t cry. Do home and get some rest. You'll feel better tomorrow."

Dior bit her lip. Enduring the pain, she allowed the woman to bring her back to the village chief’s house.

She dragged her heavy body and walked one step at a time, moving forward.