Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1729

Chapter 1729

Dior only grew irate the more she thought of what went down with Harry and Sonia. She gripped the beer bottle and drank mouthfuls of the content.

Dior, with a face stained with tears, made a pitiable sight, and Charmine accompanied her in silence.

Charmine admired Dior.

Dior, at least, could cry out her heartbreak and vent everything out. Her heartbreak, on the other hand, was silent.

Dior cried, drank, and cursed the 'douche' the entire night.

A few bottles in, Dior clenched her fists and laid her head on the table, facedown. Her eyes were shut, but her mouth remained open as she mumbled," Jerk. I'll be waiting for the day you cry!"

Charmine was half-drunk, but she was relatively sober regardless. Hearing Dior's small rants, her red lips curled into a chilling smile.

She leaned on the chair as she cast her intoxicated gaze toward the moon, squinting as she did. She lifted her bottle and raised a toast to the moon before she continued to drink.

A long while later, she was almost drunk. She bit open the last bottle and emptied it.

She squinted her eyes at Dior. With her last sense of sobriety, she helped her inside before laying on the sofa, falling asleep at last.

As the sky brightened the next morning, Charmine woke up with a migraine. Upon noticing Dior before her, she recalled what happened last night.

Face plastered with an impassive expression, she massaged her temples and stretched her arms as if nothing happened. She walked out of the house and washed her face to sober up.

After that, she went to the kitchen and made breakfast, which aroused Dior from her slumber with the scent.

When she sat up, however, her head buzzed loudly and felt as if it would explode.

D*mn it...and her pillow even fell off!

Dior sat up from the sofa with a stiff neck and walked out of the house to the yard, noticing Charmine making breakfast in the kitchen.

She reeled back. Charmine recovered that quickly?

Dior thought for a while and agreed, saying, "Okay, let's go."

Dior, already feeling hollow and at a loss, would follow Charmine around.

Charmine was the last straw of sanity she could cling on to.

Both of them went up the mountain.

Charmine had a blade that she used professionally. She managed to cut off a tree branch as thick as a leg with one swing.

She enjoyed this. It was as if she could lash out the sadness in her.

She did not have to think of anything if she was busy. She would feel less worse, too.

After Charmine cut off the tree branches, Dior also picked up a knife to cut them into halves.