Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1583

Chapter 1583

Chris was tempted by the sweet yet sour scent. He looked up and said, Mommy, there are some oranges. Can we buy some?" "Yes." Charmine walked ahead. "Let’s keep an eye out. We’ll buy some later." "Alrighty!"

Both of them continued walking forward, and the scent grew stronger.

After walking for a few minutes, they saw an orchard full of oranges. With the dim light, they saw the stall by the side with only a few oranges left. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Were they still selling?

Charmine noticed that the lights in the house were still on, and she wanted to go and ask the residents about it. However, the door made a sound and was pushed open.

A couple walked out with a torch. They shone the light right at the two of them.

Charmine narrowed her eyes and frowned. Worried that the light might get into Chris' eyes, she shielded him.

The intense bright light still blew up in her face.

Charmine was not pleased, but before she could speak, the couple sneered, "Oh yeah! Here they come again! I caught you!" "A young lady who'd resort to such a thing. How shameless!"

As they spoke, they came before Charmine and sized her up, noticing that she was wearing a plain outfit with a pile of orange peels by the side.

The woman scoffed and spoke with a harsh, sharp tone, "You're so poor that you can’t even afford an orange? You came to steal at midnight? Admit it! I can either call the police now, or you pay me ten times the original price!”

Charmine deadpanned. Was she...accused of stealing the oranges?

Her red lips curled into a small smirk. 'Which eyes of yours saw me stealing them?"

The woman looked at Charmine and realized that she was the woman who moved in yesterday.

Her eyes were full of disgust as she disdainfully snapped, "Hey, you got caught and you're still not admitting to it? You’re poor, yeah, but at least have some dignity. You stole cheap oranges and won't even admit to it?" "I planted these trees for over ten years, and they had never been stolen," the husband chimed in. "Since you moved in yesterday, my fruits were stolen. Who else would steal other than you!?"

Charmine smiled and maintained a calm disposition. "You need evidence to make accusations. Show me your evidence before accusing me."

The couple was triggered. 'What evidence are you talking about? You stole our oranges because you know there's no CCTV in here!" "However poor you are, can’t you do some work to feed yourself? Why do you have to steal?"

Charmine's eyes went cold. She glared at the barbaric people in front of her, and as she was about to speak...

Chris, who was behind her, walked out and stood in front of Charmine. "My Mommy did not steal!" he chided. "She looks down on your oranges!"

The woman looked at Chris and scoffed. "What do you know? You stole things and still make excuses. Didn't your parents teach you manners?"

Charmine’s entire body emanated fury as her eyes turned cold. "Apologize! Apologize to Chris, now!" she demanded.

The woman, however, merely cocked her head to the side. "You stole my oranges and expect me to apologize? You might as well dream about it! So what if I snap at him? If he doesn't learn it from a young age and is protected by a thief like you, he’s going to be rude! What a dirty kid, soiled by his parents!"

Slap!

Charmine swung her palm across the woman's face harshly.

The sound was crisp and super clear on this quiet night.

She glared at the woman coldly. "I explained to you out of politeness, but you have no right to rebuke my son!"