My Mommy Became A Billionaire After the Breakup novel Chapter 1167

Mia still kept silent.

But in the next second, she ran into Athena's arms and burst into tears.

Athena's heart was breaking.

She looked at Freya, who was under control but still hysterical, as if she was killing Freya with her eyes.

"Mike, don't let her get away!"

Before taking Mia into the car, Athena said coldly.

"Promise!"

They went back to the car.

Byron's eyes were red because he was worried about Mia. He was scared and panicked.

Although Mia played with him and treated him well.

She refused to call him "Dad".

She had met Freya before and even misunderstood that Freya was his girlfriend.

Just now, Freya was talking nonsense in front of her again...

"Mia, can you give daddy a hug?" Athena saw Byron's pitiful face and asked Mia softly.

Mia was still sobbing.

She turned her head back and glanced at Byron.

Byron was nervous and explained, "Baby, Freya lied..."

"I... I know!" Mia cried and choked, "She is... a badass auntie. Mia and Alice both know it!"

"That's right, our Mia discovered the tricks of the bad auntie and even saved daddy!" Athena said exaggeratedly, "Daddy doesn't know about it yet. Can you talk to daddy about it?"

"Sure!"

Mia sobbed again.

Then she stretched out her hand to Byron. She wanted a hug.

Byron was relieved. He took Mia over at once and hugged her softly.

The wound on her neck was still bleeding.

Byron was still worried.

Tears filled his eyes.

"Baby, the villain has played other tricks? When did it happen? Why didn't daddy notice at all?"

She lay back and started to cry again.

Jaxson, who was sitting in front, was still in a panic.

He kept urging the driver to drive faster.

"By the way, who saved Mia just now?" Athena came back to her senses.

At the scene of the incident...

The security of the school dispersed the people who were stranded to gossip.

Evie and Aron stood where they were.

They smiled kindly, looking at the boy standing in front of them. The kid with messy hair was about seven or eight years old. He wore a baggy school uniform.

He was still holding a slingshot in his hand and looked at Evie and Aron with a rebellious expression.

"Paul, why did you bring a slingshot to school again!" The school director said with a serious face.

"If I hadn't brought my slingshot, the brat would have been dead by now!" Paul stiffened his neck, not looking at the director.

"How could that!" The director was speechless!

"Thank you, Paul," Evie said in a tender voice, "Can I have the numbers of your parents? You saved our little girl. We must show our gratitude!"