Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1960

At Mount Village... Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Inside the elegant bamboo house was Dior, dressed in a beige dress. She sat in the front yard as she took sips of her wine.

The sunlight shone past the leaves and illuminated her, yet she exuded an air of loneliness.

She swirled the glass and could not help recalling the moments she spent with Harry.

In the beginning, she was attracted by his looks; he looked so gentle and elegant.

She gave him money, kept him company, and continuously showed up around him in hopes of conquering him.

Alas, she ended up in this state.

The time she spent with him in Mount Village was the happiest time she had ever had. They had lived inside the bamboo house together, where he took care of her and claimed her to be his woman.

They even laid inside the same room.

Everything was so beautiful.

Cursed was her luck, however, that it was just an illusion.

He had been using her from the start, while he chose to stay with the woman who lied to him and even hurt him!

No matter how much Dior had done for him, she lost as long as he did not care for her.

"Heh." Dior smiled ironically, her mind embroiled in heartache.

She lifted the wine bottle and gulped down.

Lost in her thoughts, she suddenly heard knocks at the door, and she instantly perked up.

Did Harry come back?

She got up right away to walk over.

When she opened the door, she saw...

Guy?

Dior's hope-filled eyes mellowed down into disappointment.

Harry did not come in the end.

On the other hand, Guy's heart sank as he watched her usually optimistic sister so despondent and crushed. 1

He looked at her and asked, Dior, how much longer do you want to wait for him here?"

"I don't know." Dior walked back and said nonchalantly," Until he comes back."

Guy sighed and walked into the house with her, persisting," You don’t look like yourself now. My sister will never be so humble! She won't be as slumped!"

Dior sat on her seat and picked up the wine bottle, smiling ironically. "What was I like, again?"

She had almost forgotten how her life used to be prior to this.

Guy frowned. "Dior, stand back up; don't go on like this. I can help you!"

When she heard this, Dior smiled bitterly. "What can you help me with?"

She knew that there was no chance left for her to be with Harry.

Guy, noticing that Dior still did not believe him, called the highest-ranked military officer, saying, "I've sent you the time and location. Fix the CCTV footage."

"Yes, Sir!" a dutiful response was heard from the phone.

Dior finally reacted.

She looked at Guy and asked, "Is there really a way to fix it?"

Guy looked at her. "Have I ever lied to you? Trust me."

He was not in love, and he did not want his sister to feel the heartache like he did.

Dior clenched her fists and took another sip.

She could only hope that they could fix it.

Luckily, within an hour, an email was sent to Guy’s email...