Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1708

Chapter 1708

Dior returned to the room alone and sat on the bed, staring at the empty bed opposite hers. She had flashbacks of the past two days spent with Harry, and her tears unceasingly dripped.

The more Dior thought about it, the harder it was for her to breathe.

It was too short.

She had only spent two days with Harry, yet their romance ended just as it started.

From the beginning, Harry had only wanted to use her.

She refused to believe it. She did not want to believe it.

Despite her denial, Harry had actually pushed her away. Every action of his, the way he carried Sonia and all, replayed in Dior's mind.

Based on everything he had done, she had to believe that this was reality.

Her romance with Harry had truly ended.

His love came and went, just like the wind.

Was that it between her and Harry?

However much Dior tried to think of it, she was unwilling to admit it.

The b*tch was obviously lying to Harry. Why did he not run a background check before forgiving her?

He had always been rational. Why was he unable to tell real from fake?

Had he forgotten how the b*tch hurt him?

Sonia was all smiles and superficial when she was with that boyfriend of hers!

How did she manage to spin this tale into her being so-called 'forced'?

Dior, on the other hand, treated Harry with nothing but sincerity. She had given him so much...only for him to manipulate her.

Dior clenched her fists and looked at the empty room. She felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her, and the pain just could not be put to words.

Sonia was completely drenched. She sat at the backseat, her face snow- like pale. Her breathing was weak and short. It was as if she would stop breathing any second.

"Don't sleep, Sonia. We're almost there!"

Harry frowned and looked at her, reassuring her.

Sonia, in a feebly weak state, said listlessly, her volume akin to a mosquito buzzing, "Harry, if I die, you must live on...don’t feel guilty. I only want you to remember. I, Sonia, will only love you until my last breath..."

"You’re not dying! You’re not dying without my permission!" barked Harry, his tone forceful and arrogant.

Despite that, it was filled with concern and yearn.

He arrived at the hospital speedily. He parked the car and quickly lifted Sonia into his arms.

Ignoring his wounded leg that haunted him, he solely focused on Sonia as he ran into the hospital, crying out furiously, urgently, "Doctor! Doctor!"

The doctors on duty were startled by such an urgent-sounding voice.

They quickly went to check, only to be met with two adults-a man and a woman-drenched from head to toe, with the man shouting, "Hurry! Bring her to the E.R!"