Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 587

Chapter 587

Early in the morning, at Southern Village...

The morning mist blanketed the small village, the atmosphere quiet and tranquil. The delicate house made of bamboo was a home hidden away from the rest of the world.

Every morning, Annabel would wake up early to manage the vegetables and prepare breakfast. A photographer had captured her movement, made it into a short clip, and posted it on social media.

Within a few days, Annabel’s account already garnered 40 million fans, impressively so like she was a celebrity.

It was because she was never fake in the clip and did not do it for show-it was purely habitual. There she was, carrying a big basket of dried woods she got from the forest on her back, weighing over 100 kilograms. Her small figure bent over due to the pressure and her clear face full of sweat was not a pretty, dainty sight.

If it was some other superstars, they would think this made an ugly posture. However, Annabel did not mind at all, she carried the blocks of wood on her back and walked to the yard.

She failed to notice, however, that beans were scattered on the pathway as she walked to the yard. Unaware, she slipped on the beans and fell.

"Argh!"

A sharp scream rang in the air.

Anthony was sorting out his documents on his balcony when he heard the scream. Looking around, he saw Annabel by the yard's entrance, falling and rolling down the stairs. 1

The heavy dried woods crashed against her body, pressing her small figure down.

Frowning, he shot up from his seat and walked out.

Chris followed behind him.

Annabel's parents who were inside the house also went out, but as one was blind while the other disabled, they struggled to do so.

Anthony and Chris made it to Annabel first.

After living together for the past two days, they had behaved politely. They were almost close enough to be friends. 1

While Chris did not like Annabel, he still went forward to push the blocks of woods from Annabel’s form that piled up on her. 3

Anthony dialed Nial right away. "Southern Village," he spoke, "emergency medicines."

After hanging up, he wanted to ask the photographers for help, but they had already gone back. There was nobody around.

He hesitated for a moment.

After the pile of wood was moved, Annabel looked at Chris' small and pouty face. Eyes red, she weakly muttered, "Thank you...Young Master."

Her voice was utterly weak and humble.

Annabel had never once brought up the fact that he was her son, only referring to him as 'Young Master'. 1

Chris did not like weak women; he did not particularly like Annabel. He merely helped her out of kindness. 1

He asked, "Auntie, are you okay? Can you still stand up?"

"I should...should be able to. Don't mind me."

Annabel struggled to remove the basket from her back and tried to stand up with difficulty.