Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 315

Hannah had caught the director’s favor and won her first leading role in a film because of her natural talent.

Unfortunately, it seemed she would never have the chance to appear on the big screen and showcase that talent again.

She’d given Dominic her final performance, playing the role of a selfish woman who cared only about profit and was willing to throw everything away, all for her daughter.

But it didn’t matter. She’d never cared about Dominic’s opinion of her. All

fall into Dominic’s hands, or else Hannah truly would have nothing left wanted was to protect her child. Chloe could never

At first, when Hannah found out she was pregnant, she hadn’t wanted the child. But the doctor said her body was already exhausted from years of intense work, with irreversible damage that made it difficult to have children again. That was why she’d decided to keep the baby.

Chloe was the child she’d carried through countless injections and risky months of pregnancy. It had nearly cost her life when she gave birth. Chloe was her only attachment in this world.

Nothing mattered more than Chloe.

Feeling a sense of relief, Hannah leaned back on the couch and picked up her phone to call Chloe.

“Chloe, I’m free now. How about I come to pick you

up?”

Chloe’s voice brightened with surprise. “Really? You finished all your work for the day?”

“Yes. From now on, I’ll have more time to spend with you.”

“But Mommy, don’t you still have other work to do?” Chloe asked carefully, showing her understanding.

Hannah smiled. “No matter how important work is, you’re more important. You’re my most precious treasure in the whole world!”

“Mommy, you’re my most precious in the whole world too!” Chloe’s voice came clearly over the phone, childish yet

resolute.

Upon hearing that, Hannah covered her mouth. Though her eyes brimmed with unwillingness and helplessness, they shone even more with tears of relief and quiet joy.

As night fell, Anathea sat at her vanity, holding the divorce petition Giselle had given her. T.. handwritten signature.

She picked up the pen but hesitated.

gnature line still awaited her

Her mind kept replaying the moment Gregory had shielded her and caught the sharp scissors with his bare hand. The wound had cut deep, down to the bone, yet he’d still said he was just glad it wasn’t her who got hurt.

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