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.

serious. “Come out

was about to crawl

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

his head, but her tone changed his mind and she shrank

at

stunned. She saw him coming out just now.

had no choice but to squat down and coax him in a

Gave You the Right to Be My

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

be a mother?

a woman like her was

could

the child at

firmly believed that the Barton family

of him. That was why

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

the right to be my mother?

she

eyes turned

an expression, as

a little sad.

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

I don’t want you to be my mother. If you’re nice to me and promise that you won’t

was hiding here.

could make concessions.

father also needed someone to accompany

be

mother, she had left him at the door of the

like

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

him, he would like her to be his

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

daze.