Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1706

Chapter 1706

Harry stopped for a moment before a thought intruded his brain, and he felt his heart sink. Tossing George aside, he ran as fast as he could-as much as his legs could take him, despite the sharp pain- and ran to the other side.

He ran so quickly that he could barely be spotted.

A moment later, Harry got to the river.

A woman nearby noticed that he was here and urgently pleaded, "Help! The young lady was standing by the river for a very long time before jumping in. I got scared. I can't swim, and I don't dare get in there!"

Harry looked over and saw-

Sonia, floating in the middle of the river, looking as though she had lost all hope in her.

D*mn it!

What was she thinking?!

Harry’s heart sank. Just as he was about to jump in, a small hand grabbed onto his wrist and pulled him back by force.

"Harry Cogen! I won't allow you to save her!"

Dior stared at Harry sternly, resolutely, having disposed of her happy-go- lucky disposition.

She instead looked dull and incredulous.

Dior had been following Harry and saw with her eyes how he punched George for Sonia...and she then understood why he had gotten so ruthless.

Sonia must have come to Harry, explaining her love for him never wavered, but she was forced into this relationship.

Was Harry convinced with that? What did he think Sonia was?

Was he so silly that he would fall for this!?

Dior glared at him, reminding him, "Harry, don't be silly. She made that up to lie to you! Whatever happens to her, her boyfriend will save her. She doesn’t need your help!” "Shut up!"

Casting Sonia a worried glance, he then pushed Dior away harshly and glared at her. "From now on, I don't need you sticking your nose into my issues. Since you're here, let me tell you now: From the beginning, I was never in love with you! I treated you well for show! I’ve only been using you!"

Dior's head buzzed loudly, and her face went pale. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She staggered a few steps backward, stuttering in disbelief, "What...what did you say?"

Harry looked at the figure in the river and, no longer caring about Dior, pushed her away.

Splash! He jumped into the river without hesitation and swam toward Sonia.

Dior staggered a few more steps backward. She almost tripped and fell.

She remained on the spot with disbelief as she looked at the man in the river.

Was she hallucinating?

What did Harry just say to her?

He treated her so well just 'for show’, only stringing her along all this while?

The way he treated her, the gentle words he said to her... Were they all fake?

What...?

She ignorantly thought that she had won the heart of a cold man. She even foolishly anticipated their future together as a married couple.

She even tried so hard to come up with a name for their baby.

Ironic.

How ironic.

Dior's heart hurt so much that she felt like she was suffocating. Her eyes lost the shine it always had as she stared at the river.

Harry neglected his own wound for Sonia. He did not care about himself nor the rapid current of the river.

Dior's heart plunged at that.