Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1777

Chapter 1777

[Annabel is pregnant with Anthony’s child. All that, yet both Anthony and Charmine forced Annabel to terminate her pregnancy!] [Annabel is just a weak, harmless woman, yet she was bullied and forced to keep quiet.] [Luckily, Annabel is sensitive to anesthesia and managed to keep her baby.] 1 [Charmine had threatened Annabel to stay in the hospital and not to expose anything!] i

Each post had photos of Anthony and Charmine bringing Annabel to get tested.

Those photos were evidence of this breaking news.

Below these posts were everyone else, coming for Charmine's and Anthony's necks.

[This 'god-like' couple is threatening an innocent woman!] (How could they still get married in this situation?] [Anthony is such a heartless player! How could he treat an innocent woman this way? Karma will get to him!] [Do you two still have the heart to continue with the wedding?] [You can't marry Charmine! You must be responsible for Annabel!] [I agree! They can’t get married! He must be responsible for Annabel!] [If not, the law will not let you off!] [Burlington won't have space for these people to stay!] [That's right. I'm going to report this man for his irresponsibility!]

There were over a million comments similar to these, all eager to speak up and sign up to report Anthony.

[Count me in!]

At Mount Village.

Anthony had been busy in the past two days. He was cut off from the world and was constantly preparing the wedding. He was so busy that he had no time to look at his phone. It was as if he was completely out of this world.

Anthony and Charmine came home from the rose garden and jumped right into preparing the invitations.

Anthony wrote it all by hand, such as his name and the date of the wedding. His words were artistic and incredibly aesthetic-looking.

Once done, he handed them to Charmine, who wrote her name next to his. [ Charmine Jordan.]

They used golden ink to write high-quality wedding invitation cards, and they came out beautifully and romantic-looking.

They repeated the same steps for all other cards.

The breeze was soothing in the front yard, and the afternoon sun felt comforting and warm.

Amid writing on their invitation cards, knocks were heard on the door, followed by a woman's voice.