All Chapters of Warning: My Mommy is A Savage!: Chapter 1731 - Chapter 1740

“Okay,” replied William gently. Charmine hung up the call and placed back the beer that she had just taken out. She turned to the front yard and said, “Ms. Granger, want to get away?” “Get away, you say?” Dior’s eyes lit up. “Where to?” “To Roskow,” replied Charmine. “They’ve got beautiful flowers there. It’ll be therapeutic.” Dior did not think twice as she nodded instantly. “Yeah, count me in!” It would be nice to get away from this place; she would not have to get so emotional every day. She might just meet someone more charming than Harry once she would arrive at Roskow. She could start a new life! No matter what, it would be better than this emotional place, being all on her own. “Alright, go and pack up,” said Charmine. “Mr. Peterson is coming over to pick us up now.” “Huh? So soon?” Dior reeled back in shock. She did not even have time to say goodbye to the village chief and Chloe. “Yes. Mr. Peterson isn’t far away, and he’s driving over as we speak,” Charmin

“I only want to be with Mommy. I don’t want to go back to that cold house! I—” Before Chris could finish, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body stiffened. His tiny body jolted as if he was electrocuted. He had a seizure. A moment later, foam spewed from the corners of his lips. Charmine’s heart plummeted. She did not expect herself to have triggered Chris once again. Worried, she thought of something and urgently said, “Alright, Mommy will bring you.” This was her only way of calming him. Once they arrived at Roskow, she would ask Anthony to bring him home. Chris’ seizure receded over the minute, and he recovered a while later. He quickly clung onto Charmine, his tiny body jolting from time to time, as though she would leave him. However, at the deep ends of his eyes was an impish shine. Charmine hugged him and patted his bag, saying, “Alright, pack your bag. Uncle William is picking us up later.” Chris wiped off the sliver of foam at his lips and recov

“We’re off to Roskow, Chloe,” replied Charmine gently. “Take good care of Grandma at home. We’ll come and visit you when we have time.” Chloe pursed her lips and fixed her eyes on Charmine. She asked, “You’re leaving all of a sudden, Auntie Charmine. Are you hiding from Uncle Anthony? Have you decided to hide away for a few years to feel better? You don’t have to go so far; you can keep a low profile in Mount Village!” Charmine stiffened. It was as if she was exposed, her pupils dilated and quivered. Lips pressed into a thin line, she then parted them and said, “You’re still a young girl, Chloe, you don’t understand. I’m not doing this for anyone. I have my own plan.” With that said, she ruffled her hair. “Go back to sleep.” Charmine opened the car door. Just as she was about to go inside— Knowing she had yet to convince Charmine, Chloe blurted, “Uncle Anthony isn’t getting married; he went to get treated on an island. This surgery only has a twenty-percent chance of succes

Anthony helplessly closed his eyes, and images of Charmine’s face danced in his mind. ‘Wait for me, Charmine. You have to wait for me.’ Nial then wore surgical gloves and said, “Take a breather, Bro. I’ll be administering anesthesia to you.” Anthony gave a sign of acknowledgment at that. Just as Nial was about to inject a needle connected to an IV of anesthesia… Thomp! The door to the operation room was kicked open. All heads snapped toward the door and saw a tall figure walking toward them, her face overshadowed by the light behind her, her figure emanating prominence. “Stop!” she demanded as she glared at the operation table. Anthony jolted. That was…Charmine’s voice! He looked over to see Charmine walking toward them lordly. “Charmine…” He looked at her in shock. “Why did you come?” Nial was in so much shock that only then did he react. “Charmine? You…” It was as though no one else was around as Charmine continued to stare at Anthony, who was laying on the

Waverly beamed, “An—” Before Waverly could call out Anthony’s name fully, she spotted something. Anthony’s hand held onto the car door. With a click, the backdoor was opened, and he put his hand over the top of the door in a chivalrous manner. A second later, Charmine, dressed in a red top and high-waist black dress that showed off her long and beautiful legs, stepped out with her ten-centimeter heels. Anthony looked at her lovingly as he took hold of her smaller hand. Visitors of the Bailey mansion suddenly fell mum, unable to make a sound. They could only stare at the two of them in shock. Waverly, still riled up with anticipation a moment ago, felt herself faltering. Charmine? Why would she show up here?! What was Anthony doing, bringing her with him? What did he mean? Before she could react, well-established reporters rushed over with countless flashes and microphones pointed at the two of them. “President Bailey, why did you bring another woman home before your