Warning My Mommy is A Savage

Chapter 172

Charmine then sent an ultimatum to Eric: (It’s a yes to the Amor Group.) Eric instantly made

the arrangements after Charmine’s answer.

Charmine then walked back inside from the balcony after the matter was settled, and she saw Momo staring blankly at his book on the table. It seemed as though he was troubled.

Charmine then walked toward the boy, When she got close enough, she gently asked, “What’s wrong, Momo? Do you need help?”

“Mm… Momo needs to write about ‘family’. Momo needs to write about Daddy, Mommy, Grandpa, and Grandma. Momo has Mommy, but Momo doesn’t have a…grandpa and a grandma,” muttered Momo, a deep frown on his face as he spoke.

Charmine was puzzled at the boy’s answer. “You sure Momo? That can’t be. Mommy remembers my Momo having awesome Grandpa and Grandma.”

She knew that Chris’ grandfather was from a family of doctors. He was renowned for his medical skills and had come a long way with awards throughout the years. His wife, Chris’ grandmother, was born into a family that specialized in perfume-making. They were highly knowledgeable in crafting fragrances, and they even had one of the signature perfumes sold at a nine-digit price tag.

“Still, they don’t seem to love Momo…” Momo trailed off, his reply sounded rather weak and sad.

Charmine’s brows were raised; this was the first time that she heard Momo speaking in such a manner. “Look, Momo. Everyone loves Momo because Momo is a lovely kid, do you hear me?”

Any shred of happiness on Chris’ face began to fade as he muttered, “Grandpa and Grandma don’t like Momo. They said my mommy was a bad woman, so they think Momo isn’t a good kid too. They also said Momo is a jinx and won’t live past the age of eight…”

Charmine’s heart wilted at the sight of a saddened Momo. She quickly carried Momo into her arms and said, “My Momo is the cutest and most obedient baby in the world. If my Momo, it means they have problems with themselves. Of course, my Momo can surely recover. God loves Momo as Mommy does. He’ll surely let you live for a hundred years. Let’s not listen to what people say about us, okay?”

With innocent eyes, he stared at Charmine and said, “Really? Momo isn’t a jinx?”

Charmine stroked his hair and assured, “Of course! Momo’s always the best. Promise Mommy that Momo will never get upset because of what others told you, okay? Always remember that you’re born to live for yourself, even if others don’t recognize you for who you are. By the day that you’re strong and powerful to get back on your feet, they’ll regret everything they’ve done to you.”

“Yes, Mommy. I promise!” He joyfully bounced in her arms, and the usual cheerful disposition returned. Joy was once more reignited in his eyes as his lips spread into an adorable smile. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Good boy. Now, quickly finish your homework. Momo can write about Daddy and Mommy. A s for the part about Grandpa and Grandma, well, just write about them in shorter sentences,” advised Charmine.

“Yes, Mom!” He left her arms and quickly went back to the table for his homework.

Her heart felt like it was clenching when she looked at him.

He was just a five-year-old boy, but he was already working hard on Grade 4‘s homework during this summer holiday. She thought the children from the Bailey family were always born with a silver spoon in their mouth. 1

Who would have thought that Momo-a member of the Baileys-did not even have a mom, not to mention the unfair treatment from his grandparents.

The more she dwelled on the thought, the more she felt sorry for Momo.

‘It had to be because of his seizure. Looks like I’ll have to talk with Anthony.’

“Mommy will go and have some fruits for Momo. You stay here with your homework, okay?” she spoke as she headed upstairs.

In the room, Anthony was working at his desk with eyes narrowed in focus.

She was awestruck by his look. This was the first time she saw him in such a solemn aura. He had all the beauty a man could possess though not for his features, yet for the light in his eyes and the gentle warmth of his soul. Anthony raised his head as she knocked on the door. “Come in,” he invited.