Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart novel Chapter 976

Anya didn't understand why Phil did it. She came back to reality and got annoyed. They had divorced and she didn't want to owe him anything.

She took out the phone and called him. It was the first time that they talked again since she talked with him for Tristin last time.

She asked him why he had paid the medical fees for her mother, but Phil just answered indifferently, "No particular reasons. I owe you that."

"It's all my fault. I'll be responsible for her in the rest of her life. It's not about you and me."

Phil said it coldly and he had also mentioned the car accident, which had irritated Anya instantly.

"Indeed!" said Anya, meanly, "It would be better if you could suffer for her."

She said it and hung up the phone. She just didn't feel like taking with him again.

Now that he had admitted he had caused the car accident, she just felt free to let him pay the medical fees for her mother from now on.

If he hadn't caused the car accident, she would still have her mother around and a home even though his father had set them up and made them lose everything.

But, her mother was lying in hospital now and she had been living with this monster for the past few years.

She had nearly carried a baby for him. She had nearly given up the chance to study abroad for him. And she had nearly fallen in love with him.

Anya hated herself dreadfully whenever she thought of it.

She tried hard to calm down before she saw her mother in the ward. Then she pushed the door open lightly and went in.

The woman in bed looked peaceful and her skin was fair. She had a delicate and pretty face and she looked much younger than her age. In no way did she look like a middle-aged woman who had suffered a lot.

She had been well cared for since they had paid dearly for it.

She lay on the bed quietly, looking like she was sleeping.

But Anya knew clearly that she wasn't sleeping. She couldn't hear what she said or respond to her.

If she was alive and conscious, she would definitely talk with her and give her a good advice.

With the thought in mind, Anya's eyes went red with tears.

She went over to sit on the chair next to the bed. She held her hand as usual and wanted to tell her what she was going through now and what she was going to do in the future.

Maybe Anya had been too sad and grudged these days. She couldn't help bursting into tears when she started talking. Tears dropped on Lorie's pale hand.

Anya wiped the tear off the back of her hand and dried her tears carelessly. Then she squeezed out a rigid smile and said, "Sorry, mom. I have no idea what's wrong with my eyes these days. I feel like shedding tears all the time."

She talked and talked and realized that her mother simply couldn't hear or feel anything at all. She didn't see a point of crying in front of her.

She was overwhelmed by complicated feelings in heart. Then she just took her mother's hand and buried her head on the bed, weeping lightly. She hadn't shed a tear since her mother fell into unconsciousness. Since she accepted the fact, she knew crying didn't help at all.

But she failed to manage her emotions this time. Nothing could have hurt her deeper than knowing the fact that Phil had put her mother into this.