All Chapters of Warning: My Mommy is A Savage!: Chapter 1511 - Chapter 1520

Natasha looked as if half of her soul was gone. She fell to the floor and spat out a mouthful of blood. It felt as though a knife drew a gash across her face, and she was in so much pain that she lost her senses… The crowd watched in terror as their jaw dropped, gazing at the blood-smeared Natasha. What just happened? Was this part of the scene, or was it real? Even the director remained transfixed on the spot. Did he not ask for them to fake it? Why did it seem so real? Why did Charmine seem as if she hated Natasha a lot, that she smacked her so hard? Meanwhile, Charmine was still livid. She walked forward and grabbed Natasha by her collar, warning her dangerously grim, “You can do anything behind my back, but if you speak anything bad about my son, you might as well be dead!” Charmine was furious as she lifted her hand to slap Natasha left and right. Natasha’s lips began to bleed. Already so weak at that point, Natasha passed out. Everyone finally understood this

[Kind? Maurice, are you blind? Didn’t you see how she bullied Natasha? She was fine, but now her face is injured. She’s innocent!] [Maurice, are you seduced by this mean woman?] [The clip is the truth! Everyone saw how your girlfriend bullied a small actress with no status, and you’re siding with Charmine?] [I’m blocking you! I can’t imagine you can’t tell right from wrong.] [Maurice, I’m so disappointed in you and how you’re siding with Charmine. I worshipped you for ten years! Goodbye!] With that, Maurice’s initial ten million fan-count dwindled to a few million within an hour. Maurice was unfazed. Despite seeing many come after him for siding with Charmine, he did not regret his choice nor was he infuriated. He sat in front of Charmine, afraid that she might not feel well after seeing the comments. He did not leave her side.... Standing at the balcony, Waverly’s red lips curled up in satisfaction as she read the online news. Everything was within her control. S

Natasha quickly removed the look in her eyes and instead made herself visibly, severely hurt. “No,” she replied lethargically, “please come in.” Maurice came in and saw the person in the hospital bed. There was a bright scar on Natasha’s face, and she was bandaged all over, including her hands and legs. Maurice walked toward her and asked caringly, “Ms. Natasha, how are you feeling?” Natasha was touched at how caringly he asked about her. Was her love coming to her, right after she scored a hit on Charmine? Her hands clenched tightly under the blanket as she tried to contain her excitement. She retrieved the lovestruck look in her eyes and said, “It doesn’t matter that my body is hurt, but my face…” She put on a painful look and reached out to feel her scar, sobbing, “I’m scared that no director will ever ask me to shoot…” Still at her bedside, Maurice looked at her face gently and said, “Ms. Natasha, don’t worry about this. The scar on your face is a small issue; the s

Nial had wiped out every condemnation regarding Charmine, but a few minutes later, reporters published the interview with Natasha. The video showed Natasha, littered with scars and looked subjugated, pitiable. She acted as if Charmine was very intimidating, and she won everyone’s sympathy. The video was shared and reposted vehemently. Charmine became the center of hatred once again. Enraged were the people on the internet as they went to Charmine’s feed and left scathing remarks on her. [How could you be so cruel? Just because she said she admired your boyfriend, you harmed her so gravely?] [You’re so evil!] [So disgusting! I used to like your cold and wild temperament, but now you’re just pure evil! I want to throw up just listening to your name!] [You’re pure cancer—so arrogant! get out of the entertainment industry, and stop harming others. Get out of Burlington!] [Don’t trigger her! Clean your eyes, Maurice; this woman will only bring you harm!] Each comment was m

Charmine was watching drama on her device inside the resting lounge, but the noises outside were driving her up the wall. She frowned, but as she was about to sleep under the blanket, the noises became clearer outside. “Charmine Jordan! Our beautiful goddess!” “You’re so kind! You warm our hearts!” “Please forgive us, dear goddess. We were wrong!” “We won’t leave until you come out, Charmine! We’ll stay until you forgive us!” Charmine paused. What happened? Were they not witch-hunting on her? Just as she started to speculate, the director came and knocked on her door, his tone gentle as he spoke, “Charmine, please come out. Your fans are filling up the entire filming set.” Charmine, still not knowing what happened, walked over to open the door, only to see how her fans filled up the entire set, overcrowding the scene! When they saw Charmine coming out, they began praising excitedly, “Goddess! There’s our goddess!” Charmine was speechless. What happened? Seeing