Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1571

Chapter 1571

Charmine coincidentally came across Anthony's post, and it scorched her eyes.

She clenched the phone tightly as she stared at her phone incredulously.

Anthony arranged this, and he admitted to this, just to protect Waverly? Could Anthony Bailey get any more disgusting than that?

Charmine threw her phone angrily, but a moment later, a bitter chuckle escaped her.

Charmine knew he was this kind of man. Why on earth was she getting worked up again? Was she expecting that he would beat Waverly up for her?

She never had to ask Anthony back then to do this. He would do it on his own accord.

It seemed that...

Heh.

All she could say was that the Anthony she knew was dead. Charmine did not even know this man nor did she want to.

Charmine gradually calmed down. Sofia happened to come in to take care of Maurice, thus Charmine stood up and bid them farewell, driving back home alone.

The moment she closed the door, every tension in her body was released, and she leaned on the sofa listlessly.

She remained still as she looked at the chandelier above her with a straight face, seemingly contemplative.

There were things she should have done earlier. This was the time.

Her heart was dead at this moment.

Sofia was taking care of Maurice in the hospital. That night, she heated up the meals she cooked for him, but he behaved just like he always did. He had no appetite whatsoever, even when the meal looked delicious.

Sofia hopelessly closed the lid and gazed at Maurice kindly, albeit hurt." You're injured, Maurice," she pleaded. "Please, take a bite." "No, thank you," replied Maurice softly, "I'm not hungry."

Sofia sighed and put down the bowl. She could not bear to watch him continue down this road.

She went out to phone Charmine in secret, wanting to ask her to cook Maurice a meal and bring it to his ward.

When Sofia stood up, the door of the ward opened abruptly, and both she and Maurice looked over in unison.

They were greeted with the sight of Charmine pushing a wheelchair, and on it was a woman, seemingly in her fifties.

Maurice turned rigid the moment he saw the woman on the wheelchair. Since he had not seen her for so long, he had to double-take, just to make sure.

After he was sure of his thoughts, his expression changed. His eyes fixed on her baggy pants with disbelief.

What happened to her? How did this happen?

Maurice looked at her with disbelief. The sight before him was so surreal, so much so that he forgot to even make a sound for a second.

Sofia looked at Maurice confusingly.

What happened? Did Maurice know this woman?

Sofia could not help looking at the woman. Instantly, she noticed her facial features to be shockingly similar to Maurice's.

A thought sunk into her mind as she stared at both Maurice and the woman, stumped. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Charmine pushed the woman into the room and said to Maurice, "Mo, this lady isn’t a stranger to you, is she now?"

Maurice looked at her and almost called out to her-'mother'-before memories of how apathetic and cruel she was resurfaced in his mind.

His hands clenched tightly below the blanket. He struggled to just even hold back his emotions.

Seeing that Maurice did not react, the woman in the wheelchair looked at him with tears in her eyes, her tone gentle as she began, "Mo, I'm your mother."

Maurice’s head buzzed when he heard that word. 'Mother.'

His pale lips moved, and he had a thousand things to say. He wanted to ask her: Why did she leave him and his father? Why was she so cruel? 1

He wanted to ask how she had been all these years, and what happened to her. All these things whirled in his mind, but it just would not spill through his lips.