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 quickly. You

about to crawl

smaller than the one at home,

head, but her tone

at

was also stunned. She saw him coming out

but to squat down and coax

What Gave You the Right

of fate. She had left him at the door of the Barton

be a mother?

as Jaquan had said, a woman like her was not qualified to be

what could

the ability to take good care of the child at that time, she would not have abandoned

just didn’t want him to suffer, and she firmly

of him. That was why she

never expected that one day her own child would say such a thing to

right to be

she

eyes turned red.

front of him to have such an expression, as if he had mistreated her

suddenly felt a little sad.

the table, took out a tissue from his pocket, and gently handed it

I don’t 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 about

hiding here. If his father

make concessions.

also needed someone

be so

left him at the door of the old house when

like him.

didn’t love him and didn’t want

to him, he would like her to be his mother.

moment, she didn’t know what to say and stood

daze.