Chapter 222 What Makes You Think You Can Be My Mom

Hidden under the table, the little boy stared with his big round eyes, tilting his head slightly as if puzzled.

Grown-ups sure were strange. They pretended like nothing was wrong even when they were clearly upset.

Although the coffee smelled nice, it tasted bad. So, why did she have to frown and force herself to drink it?

Even if she wanted to try, she could have added some sugar, right?

If she didn't like it, why did she have to endure it?

Oliver curiously looked at the woman sitting on the couch not far away. His small face was filled with questions.

Wendy was also looking at him.

The moment Wendy saw that little face, her heart surged with emotions. Her expression was a mix of astonishment and surprise.

"Why are you here?"

Wendy put down the coffee cup and quickly approached the table where the coffee machine was placed. She bent down, looking at the child worriedly.

"Come out quickly. It's uncomfortable to stay here for so long!" Wendy's eyes were filled with co