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.

unconsciously grew serious. “Come out quickly. You can’t stay there

about to

the fable was smaller than the one at home, and it wasn’t comfortable

stuck out his head, but her

looked at Wanda

coming out just now. Why did he go

no choice but to squat down and coax him in a

Right to

at the door of the Barton family. How could she be qualified

be a mother?

said, a woman like her was not

what could

take good care of the child at that time, she would not

him to suffer, and she firmly believed that the Barton

That was why she sent

she had never expected that one day her own child would say

the right to

didn’t she raise

eyes turned red.

have such an expression, as if he had mistreated her and made her

felt a

table, took out a tissue from his pocket, and gently

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

was hiding here. If his father really

make concessions.

needed

be so

him at the door of

didn’t like

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

would like her to be

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

daze.