Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1964

There was an unnoticeable glint in Sonia's eyes. She nestled herself further into Harry's arms as she added, "Let’s go to Pares. We'll come back after I give birth to the baby." "Alright."

Harry stayed by Sonia's side as he watched over her, cared for her, and talked to her until she finally slept in his care. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

He stood up tiredly and walked out of the room to sit in the living room.

Thuck!

Something fell out of his pocket.

He narrowed his eyes to the source of sound and spotted a USB.

Since when did he have a USB in his pocket?

With a small frown on his face, Harry curiously picked it up and noticed the front side of the USB glowing. Something was carved onto its surface, too.

[Granger].

Was it Dior's USB? Why was her USB inside his pocket?

Harry’s clear fingers held on the USB tightly. He thought for a moment before he took out a laptop, turned it on, and plugged in the USB.

A moment later, the screen showed what seemed to be peculiar surveillance footage with a description to it.

[When Dior tried to leave, George and Sonia walked up to her and snatched her phone. They even slapped Dior, who, in that footage, seemed like she had no strength to fight back.]

Harry jolted at the sight. His eyes darkened as he looked at Sonia in the video footage.

Why did she look so...different?

She looked evil, rude, and proud of it, too!

Since when did his kind-hearted Sonia have such a face to her?

Following that, the video transitioned to a recording seemingly between Sonia and George. The following conversation could be heard.

"What? You want to abort my baby?!" blurted George.

"Why would I want to? This is just a part of my plan to play the victim!

Didn’t I tell you before? If I don’t show Harry that I’m genuine, why would he be so touched that he won't mind about his woman being pregnant with another man’s child?" replied Sonia. 1 "Smart, you are. This plan is seamless! My baby can be kept, and you can get back with him!" cheered the gleeful George.

"This is all because Harry loves and cares for me. Otherwise, I wouldn't go through all this trouble to act like this," gloated Sonia.

"You're keeping lies and lies from him, though," muttered George. "Are you not scared about him finding out?" "Harry has no power and money," remarked Sonia, "and he has no ability to investigate this. As long as you spend more money to cover things up, those people will keep their mouths shut. He won’t find out for the rest of his life!"

Harry sat on the sofa, sheer disbelief plastered onto his face as he listened to the recording coming from his laptop.

He clenched his fists so tightly that the green veins on his arms protruded.

So, Sonia wanted to keep the baby and get back with him at the same time, did she? Everything she did was just an act, was it not?

Heh.

Dior, after all this time, was right all along: Sonia and George had lied to him.

Sonia still kept in touch with George and planned to keep his baby!?

Hilarious. How utterly hilarious. He had been played like a fiddle all along!

Harry's thin lips curved into a bitter smile. Just like that, images of what Dior did to him and for him replayed like a record in his mind. 1

She changed from her arrogant, cold self with a glow in her eyes to someone who had to be so careful when she spoke to him. Her eyes had lost the glow, and she looked...depressed.

He even slapped her just hours before this.

D*mn it!

He cherished the person who lied to him and hurt the person who treated him with sincerity.

Guilt and remorse overtook Harry so greatly. He closed his laptop and rushed out. 8

He owed Dior an apology, and he had to make it up to her, for every wrong he had done to her for the rest of his life.