Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1572

Chapter 1572

Even though Maurice still hated his mother for how cruel she was, he saw how worn out she looked, and it wrenched him.

If she suffered such a difficult life, why did she not come looking for him?

Charmine could tell what Maurice was thinking, so she wheeled the woman closer to the bed.

"You were wrong about Auntie, Mo,” said Charmine.

Maurice looked at her and then at his mother again.

Mistaken?

The woman in the wheelchair met his eyes and explained gently, "Mo, I didn't leave you behind back then. I loved you."

Maurice smiled bitterly. "Love? Does that include locking me inside a dark room from day to night? Does that include leaving my father and I for thirty years, never coming back?"

His voice grew unsteady as he spoke.

The woman's eyes reddened at Maurice's words, and she began to sob." I'm sorry, Mo. I'm really sorry...but I didn't have a choice...

"You know the situation back then. We were poor, and your father had gambling problems. Whenever he ran out of money, he’d beat me up. I had to look for a job to support the family. You were young back then, and the factory didn't allow me to bring my child to work. I was worried about you running around, but I couldn't afford a helper. Out of desperation, I had to lock you inside a room...

"Every morning when I left home, I had to wipe off the tears in my eyes, and it just crushed me. Every evening after work, I rushed home as fast as possible in hopes of getting back to you sooner. I know I didn't treat you well, but I really didn't have a choice..."

The woman's tears streamed down her face as she poured out her heart.

She was not heartless, after all. She had written them letters, but they did not receive them... i

The weight he had bottled in his heart gradually left him.

Maurice's eyes reddened, and he felt bad. After calming down, he looked at the woman and called out hoarsely, "Mother..." "Mo..." 1

The woman nodded heavily, incredibly touched as she covered her face.

Tears ceaselessly streamed down her face.

Maurice reached out to hold on her aged hands with calluses.