Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 222

What Gave You the Right to Be My Mother?

The little person hiding under the table opened its big black eyes and tilted its head slightly, as if he was a little puzzled.

Grown-ups were strange. Even if they were very sad, they acted as if nothing had happened.

Although the coffee smelled good, it didn’t taste good. Wh

did she force herself to drink it?

Even if she really wanted to try, she could add some sugar.

If she didn’t like it, why did she have to force herself?

Will looked curiously at the woman sitting on the sofa not far away.

Wanda was also looking at him.

The moment she saw the little face, she felt an upsurge of emotion and she looked shocked.

“Why are you here?”

She put down the coffee cup and hurried to the table on which the coffee machine was placed. Then she bent down and looked at the child under the table with concern.

“Come out quickly. You won’t feel comfortable there!”

She couldn’t hide the affection in her eyes.

She didn’t know why the child was hiding here, guessing that he might have a quarrel with his family, so he decided to hide.

The space was so cramped that even a child would feel uncomfortable if staying there for too long.

It would be even worse if he injured his bones or bumped his head.

With all the other places he chose to hide there.

this, Wanda’s tone unconsciously grew serious. “Come out

about to crawl

was smaller than the one at home,

head, but her tone changed his mind

at

him coming out just now. Why

no choice but to squat down and coax him in a

What Gave You the Right to Be My

the door of the

be a mother?

like her was not qualified

what could she

the child at that time, she would not have

suffer, and she firmly believed that the Barton family

That was why she sent

one day her own child would say such a

right

Why didn’t she

turned

didn’t expect the woman in front of him to have such an expression, as if he had mistreated her and

felt a little sad.

a tissue from his pocket,

know you, so I don’t want you to be my mother. If you’re nice to me and promise that you won’t be rude to me as you were just now. I’ll rethink

had thought about Cierra’s words when he was hiding here. If his father really liked

could make

father also needed

be so

had left him at the door of the old house when

didn’t like him.

love him and didn’t want him, why did he

was good to him, he would like her to be

say that. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say and stood there

daze.