Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 1813 

Freyja‘s back stiffened, and the empathy that had just sprouted in her heart was immediately strangled to death by her mother‘s words. 

Brandon was also stunned. He wanted to pull Sandy away but was pushed aside by her. She looked extremely morbid as she raised her voice hysterically. 

“Fey, you‘re my only hope now! You can‘t leave me behind! I‘m your mother!” 

The sound of a slap resounded in the bedroom. 

Freyja was not able to react to the abrupt movement at all, and all she saw was Sandy falling onto the bed. 

The scene was immediately followed by Brandon‘s wrath.“ Haven‘t you had enough!?” 

Sandy covered her cheeks, froze on the bed, and did not utter a single word. 

Brandon took a deep breath. “What did you promise me? You promised that you‘d get along with Fey. Were you lying to me!?” 

With his bloodshot eyes, he gnashed his teeth. “You‘ve killed your son, is that still not enough for you to learn a lesson? And now you‘re planning to reach out to your daughter? What‘s the power and status that you‘ve been fighting for? Why didn‘t the king take you and Ken in? Don‘t you have any self-awareness? What kind of mother would use her child as a tool to fight for power? Your son‘s death is on you!” 

Sandy trembled. She looked stupefied and sorrowful.

accept the fact that Ken had died. These words were tantamount to a lifelong

was Brandon. Because of his cowardice, he had failed to stop Ken from taking

too well mentally, you should take her for

at a corner in the room. He looked absentminded and did not speak for a long time.

around. “I‘ll go back

the Pruitt manor, she stopped outside the yard with a dejected expression.

shattered into pieces. I actually had a trace of expectation

the city,

but cry when she saw her son arrive home in one piece. Rick hurriedly hugged her. “Darling, why

our son again.” Diana leaned on his shoulder and covered her face with a handkerchief. “I only

was rendered

is it?‘  Daisie lowered her head and

gone a little overboard with her

bridge of his nose. “Mother, was that

call me your mother. I almost lost my mind worrying about you! For God‘s sake, what kind of