Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1718

Harry shot Dior a fierce, ruthless stare and snapped, "I'll pay for your phone on Sonia's behalf. Do not show up in front of me from now on!"

With that, he gently lifted Sonia into his arms and walked past her coldly.

Sonia nestled herself in Harry's arms, seemingly weak and gentle, yet her face that was turned away from Harry showed a different story.

Pale as she was, her expression morphed into one of triumph, topped off with a prideful grin.

Dior remained rooted on the ground and watched as they both left.

Harry chose to believe Sonia instead of her?

How could he be so blind? Why was he such a fool?

D*mn it. She refused to believe she could not take down that phony woman!

Dior scanned her surroundings when she then noticed cameras at the front and back.

That would work.

As long as she showed Harry the video footage, she could prove that Sonia and George snatched her phone. Harry would believe her this way!

Dior took up the walker once more and made her way downstairs to the counter, where she then requested, "Find me the video footage of the sixth floor ward-side half an hour ago." "Alright." The nurse looked at her and started going through the surveillance footage. However, when the nurse managed to rewind the video footage of the sixth floor, everything went black and was unavailable.

The nurse frowned and said, "I'm sorry, madam. The cameras on the sixth floor aren’t working." "What?" Dior was shocked. "All of them? The ones at the front and back?" "Yes, madam." The nurse even moved the computer screen for Dior to see.

"Look, it's not showing. I'm terribly sorry, but I just recalled that the cameras were broken a few days ago. Someone’s coming over to repair them soon."

Staring at the black screen, Dior then thought of something and smiled bitterly.

She had wondered why Sonia and George would want Harry to see the cameras in their confrontation- they had it all covered!

Dior felt as if chills were coming up her feet. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Sonia was too evil, too meticulous. She not only twisted the truth, but she even managed to clean up the evidence in such short notice!

How could she fight against a woman like her? With Harry not believing her one bit and without evidence, what could she do?

Dior looked out of the hospital window and noticed that the sky was turning bright. Tiredness and hopelessness overwhelmed her entire being.

Still, she refused to give in.

She did not want to accept that all of her dreams were shattered within one night, that Harry left her just like that.

Furthermore, he dumped her for a vile woman!

Dior bit her lip. After a moment of thought, she went back to the lift to go upstairs.

She had to tell Harry about Sonia’s plan. Whether he believed her or not, she had to tell him!

Dior arrived before Sonia’s ward and looked in through the window.

George was no longer there; only Harry was left with Sonia.

Sitting at the bedside, his handsome face was graced with gentleness as he carefully cleaned the bump on Sonia's forehead.

The mere sight of this felt like a stab to Dior's heart.

Harry had never been that gentle to her. Even when he was acting, never once did he look at her this way.

Did he love Sonia that much?

Even if she was bearing another man's baby, even if she hurt him so much, he still treated her so well.

The loving sight felt like a stab to Dior's eyes. Her eyes instantly turned red.

A long while later, Harry walked out from the ward, only to meet Dior, face stained with tears and more pooling in her eyes.