All Chapters of Warning: My Mommy is A Savage!: Chapter 1621 - Chapter 1630

Charmine ignored Anthony’s existence as she walked into her house and saw the bed Anthony slept on. She instantly tossed out the blanket and pillow outside before slamming the door shut. Anthony eventually returned, only to be greeted with the sight of the things he used thrown on the floor. It felt like his heart had been stabbed. Gazing at Anthony helplessly, Luke asked, “Boss, what should we do now?” Anthony looked at Luke. “Bring these back, and wash them.” “Oh...alright, then.” Luke could only retrieve the items. Anthony stood before the door and looked at the shut door, his heart still aching at that moment. She was that cold-hearted that she could not even tolerate the sight of the items he had used? Eventually, he looked away and headed back to his temporary home. Luke was sorting things out when he saw how desolate Anthony seemed, and he could not help asking, “Boss, why don’t we go back? Ms. Jordan is doing quite well here.” She no longer liked Anthony,

As he noticed how silent Dior had been, Harry coldly declared, “If you’re done, go back and stop following me.” With that, he walked past her. Dior looked at his back and, in a panic, bit her lip and clutched her stomach, starting to cry. She plastered a pained expression as she grunted, “Harry Cogen, my stomach hurts. I’m dying… Can you send me to the hospital?” Harry looked at her sloppy act. “Stomach-ache?” Dior nodded and looked at him, hope-filled. Harry met her eyes and paused. Had she fallen for him? Heh. His ex treated him this way in the beginning, too, but what happened afterward? She gave in to money and reality. Women’s love could be summed up by one word: cheap. Harry had a mocking look in his eyes as he scoffed, “Didn’t you drive here? Drive yourself there.” “But it hurts…” Dior seemed visibly pathetic. “My hands are numb. How am I supposed to drive? Take me there. Didn’t I stay in the hospital to take care of you before?” Harry eyed Dior. It

Sonia clenched the paper at hand, and her heart ached. Between love and reality, she chose the latter.... Harry walked into the ward with his hand on Dior’s waist. When the door closed, his hand fled from her form. Dior knew he was acting, but it still upset her. She pouted and sat on the bed while her eyes were fixed on him. He was gentle-looking, but after he saw that woman Sonia, he began to act strangely. Even though he said that he had let go of her, he probably still cared about her. Was this why he was in a hurry to go on dates—so he could forget about Sonia? Dior bit her lip and mumbled, “Harry, can you not go on the date?” Harry looked at her. “Why?” “You’re using my money,” replied Dior. “You can’t find another woman.” Harry’s gaze darted away, wanting to say something when his phone rang with a text message notification. Harry took it out and narrowed his eyes. PHKL? Why would Chloe need this medicine? Was Grandma ill? Harry frowned as he look

Tim quickly used his resources to look for this medicine. Hanging up the phone, Dior looked at Harry proudly. “Wait for a while.” With that said, she looked at him expectantly, under the impression Harry would pity her that she twisted her ankle yet still went and tried to get him that PHKL he wanted. All she saw as she looked up at him, however, were his dull eyes. That took Dior aback as she anxiously blurted, “What?” “Nothing.” There was an irony-filled expression plastered on Harry’s face. She successfully demonstrated to him to never believe anything one said. She would lie to her father, and that meant she would lie to anyone else. He even felt bad for her twisting her ankle, but it all seemed rather ironic at this point. He would not believe a word she said again. Dior looked at his cold eyes, and she had no idea why Harry looked like...that. What happened? Why was he so apathetic? This baffled Dior, but just as she was about to ask Harry about it, he

Anthony continued to work after he had Luke fix the house. As he was working, his phone by the side lit up. He frowned and looked at it—it was an email. When Anthony read the sender’s name, he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. ‘Cabbage’? This name sounded silly, but it attracted immense international recognition last year. Legend had it that she was a genius. She once instructed a doctor online to save a patient who had 38 bullets in them. She earned her fame from then on. Since then, there were other rumors of how she saved some severely ill patients with her medicines, and they all recovered. [Cabbage] was very mysterious; she stayed entirely virtual to provide only guidance. She had never shown her face, and even when highly acclaimed hackers tried to find her, she blocked them all. After she blocked them out, she would make sure their devices break down within a day’s time. The entire company’s desktops would have the image of a cabbage head before self-destructi