Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1627

Chapter 1627

Tim quickly used his resources to look for this medicine.

Hanging up the phone, Dior looked at Harry proudly. "Wait for a while."

With that said, she looked at him expectantly, under the impression Harry would pity her that she twisted her ankle yet still went and tried to get him that PHKL he wanted.

All she saw as she looked up at him, however, were his dull eyes.

That took Dior aback as she anxiously blurted, "What?" "Nothing."

There was an irony-filled expression plastered on Harry's face.

She successfully demonstrated to him to never believe anything one said.

She would lie to her father, and that meant she would lie to anyone else. He even felt bad for her twisting her ankle, but it all seemed rather ironic at this point.

He would not believe a word she said again.

Dior looked at his cold eyes, and she had no idea why Harry looked like... that.

What happened?

Why was he so apathetic?

This baffled Dior, but just as she was about to ask Harry about it, her phone rang. Noticing that it was her father, she quickly answered, "Father, what is it?" "It's ready. You may collect it from the counter; just mention my name." Tim, still worried, continued, "Dior, what's the matter with you? Are you hurt?' "No. I’m busy now, so I’ll call you when I have time."

Dior did not wait for Tim to reply before hanging up. ‘Wait for me," said

Dior as she turned to Harry, "I'll get it for you right away."

Harry nodded.

Dior looked at his distant expression and was bewildered.