Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1726

Chapter 1726

Workers at the site quickly rushed toward Charmine upon noticing what had happened. Seeing her bloodied finger, one of them said worriedly," President Jordan, is it severe? Can I send you to the hospital?" "It's nothing." Charmine narrowed her eyes, conflicted. She simply shook her finger, shaking the blood off. She did not seem to care and continued to move.

Seeing how stubborn she was, the workers, though worried, gazed at her admiringly, still.

Compared to those who had to rest a few days after being mildly injured, President Jordan was a great leader.

One of the workers was still uneasy. After a moment of thought, he went to get plasters for her at a shop, rushing back afterward to find Charmine.

She was nowhere to be seen.

He halted and looked around suspiciously. Finally, he saw Charmine sitting on a large excavator, taking the vehicle by the wheel.

Handsome and dashing, pride graced her delicate face.

Charmine professionally handled the excavator and scooped stones of a few hundred kilograms before piling them up.

The workers watched on, and their admiration for her only grew. Even the men had difficulties working the excavator, while Charmine handled it so effortlessly.

Was there anything else she could do that none of them knew?

After Charmine sorted out the section, she got off the excavator coolly and modishly.

It was as if she did not want herself to rest as she headed toward a group of workers seemingly short-handed.

When the head of staff saw this, he quickly rushed over to give Charmine the plaster.

"President Jordan, please clean your wound first."

Charmine looked down to glance at her ring finger. It seemed bruised, but it no longer bled.

She looked at the staff and said, "It's nothing. I don't need this."

With that said, she continued to lift the bricks.

It was early evening when Charmine told the workers to go home while she stayed to pack up before going home.

She noticed the house opposite hers as she walked past the bamboo bridge, and her heart sank.

Although she had been telling herself that Anthony was nothing, that she could pretend that he never came, she could not help recalling the beautiful times they had in this house, sadly vacant at this moment, when she went home.