All Chapters of Warning: My Mommy is A Savage!: Chapter 1311 - Chapter 1320

During the meal, Dior kept asking her friend for advice on making a cold man drunk. She asked a pile of questions, and perhaps her friend found it annoying that she phoned her right after. She looked at Harry. She could not answer the call right at his face, but she desperately needed to know. Dior put down her fork and excused herself, “I’ll go to the washroom.” “Okay.” She walked out and turned a corner to pick up the call. “What is it? Is there a win-win solution?” “Make him drink!” hissed her confidante. “Of course I know that!” retorted Dior. “The question is, how to make him drink more?” He drank only tea throughout their dinner so far, and not once did he touch the alcohol, much to Dior’s chagrin. The friend said, “Tell him how pitiable you are, then. Make it as bad as possible. This way, he’d feel bad for you and pity you. He’d listen to whatever you say.” Dior blinked. Tell him how pitiable she was? She had nothing to be pitied over! Oh, the trouble

Dior held Harry by the waist and helped him to leave. “I’m fine, don’t worry,” said Harry softly, but his eyes were on Sonia, who was not too far away. Nobody knew if he was reassuring Sonia or Dior. Sonia, however, thought he meant it for her. As her eyes reddened and with an aching heart, she desperately wanted to go after him when a hand landed on her shoulder. “If you leave now, I’ll make you regret it.” Sonia bit her lip and was rooted at the spot, but nothing could stop her from crying. The man gently reached out his puffy hand to wipe off her tears. “You’re the birthday girl—you don’t look good when you cry.” He then led her away from the scene. ... Dior helped Harry to get inside the car, and her eyes reddened in worry at the sight of his bleeding waist. Harry leaned against the seat, his handsome face turning pale due to massive blood loss. “I’m sorry, Harry,” fretted Dior. “Please, hold on. We’ll be at the hospital soon!” Harry looked at her calmly

Dior thought of how sad Harry’s life was. She never wanted to leave him, ever! She was the cause for Harry’s injury, which was all the more reason she could not abandon him. Dior walked out of the ward and borrowed a phone from the nurse to phone her assistant to transfer some funds. Following that, she waited in front of the operating room anxiously. On the other hand, Guy’s temple pulsed vigorously at how she hung up on him. What other option was there when his only hope vanished? No! There had to be something else... As he was at the verge of desperation, Anthony phoned him. “Charmine is about to have a migraine soon. Remember to come back.” Guy looked at the tightly shut metal door and fell silent. “Okay,” he eventually answered, “I’ll come back in just a bit.” “Hurry.” With that said, Guy’s phone finally ran out of battery from a day of calling. He smashed his phone against the floor harshly, and the impact caused the device to shatter into pieces.Guy wen

Guy pursed his lips and said, “I’m serious. Marry me, and I’ll cherish you.” Yvonne met his sincere eyes and hesitated. Grandma Granger noticed her hesitation and chimed in, “Yvonne, since Guy promised you that, just say yes to him. We’ll treat you well.” Yvonne was the one who took care of her when they were in that bamboo forest. On top of that, she was respectful and elegant. Grandma Granger was not too far off from Charmine. She could tell that Yvonne liked Guy, too. Most importantly, if Guy genuinely liked her, then it was all good. Yvonne pursed her lips, but just as she was about to say something... She noticed Guy’s eyes, and they seemed to telepathically convey a message. A message that she understood. He wanted her to accept the proposal. Was this all a show for his family? Unsure, Yvonne studied his gaze once more, and it never wavered. Finally, she took a deep breath and responded, “Okay, I’ll marry you.” The crowd was too astounded. It all felt t

“It’s not too soon.” Sherlyn did not want any changes made, thus she insisted, “How is this too soon? Guy already proposed, and Yvonne agreed. We don’t even know when we’ll have the time to come home.” If they both changed their minds, when would her son marry again? Tim thought about it and commented, “That’s true. Make it tomorrow, then. Phone Guy to make them prepare.” Sherlyn picked up her phone to call Guy. “Son, your Grandma looked at the dates, and tomorrow is the ideal day.” Guy frowned. “Tomorrow?” He instinctively looked at Yvonne who was not far away and argued, “Isn’t it too soon?” “Not soon at all. We’re going back to the navy in a few days, and we don’t know when we’ll ever come back. Your Grandma says tomorrow is a good day, and we’ve all agreed.” Guy sighed to himself and conceded, “Fine.” Since he could not marry the woman she loved, he could marry anyone. It was just for show, anyway. “Wonderful.” Sherlyn was delighted. “You and Yvonne must get a