Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 596

Chapter 596

"Of course I like her! She's my Mommy!" Chris' eyes twinkled like the stars in a night sky when Nial mentioned Charmine.

He picked up the brush and painted a skirt on Charmine's figure, wanting to beautify her.

It was apparent that out of the three figures, only Charmine was delicately painted. Even her fingernails were carefully painted.

"What about Ms. Annabel?" asked Nial. "What do you feel about her?"

"Oh, she's just a plain person. I don't like her, I don't love her-l don't feel anything," answered Chris in a more serious tone. 1

Nial frowned. Logically speaking, Chris was related to Annabel, and the sixth sense of a child was always accurate. Chris should have favored Annabel over Charmine. 1

Why was he so cold to Annabel and, instead, liked Charmine more?

Chris continued, "Uncle Nial, you have to take good care of Auntie Annabel."

"Huh?" There it was at last; he sounded more like a son already!

However, Chris continued, "Daddy won't have to interact with Auntie Annabel once she's recovered, you see. Only when Annabel lives well will she not disrupt Daddy spending time with Mommy." 1

He spoke coherently with a serious face.

Nial was baffled.

Damn. This kid only had a soft spot for Charmine!

Chris had met numerous people since he was born five years ago, yet he only liked Chamine. 1

Nial was perplexed.

At that moment, Anthony walked toward them from outside.

When Chris saw him, he ran toward him with the painting in his hands." Daddy, these are the three of us, and I want the three of us to keep living this way! I'm warning you: If we're separated, I’ll.J'll cry! I will bite you! I'll smash things! I'll be angry! I’ll destroy your company!" 3

His childlike voice was full of threat.

Anthony glanced at the painting. There was no anger in him as his eyes seemingly gleamed with love.

"Don't worry, we won't be separated. Ill ask someone to frame this up."

"Yay! The frame has to be pretty, yeah? Then we post this to Mommy!" Chris clapped with his chubby hands.

Anthony handed this to Luke who was behind him. "Do as you heard."

'Yes, Sir!" Luke took the painting and left.

Anthony sat down in the yard and asked Nial, "How's it going?"