Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1625

Chapter 1625

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 looked at Dior coldly. "I have other things to attend to."

Not waiting for her response, Harry turned to leave.

"Huh?" Dior was shocked and asked, "Where are you going?"

Harry had already vanished from sight.

Dior was allowing the nurse to get the intravenous tube into her. When she watched the door closing, her heart sank.

Was he going on a date?

Did that woman text him, and he went to see her?!

Dior was upset.

"Get that off me!"

However, the thought of Harry meeting another woman made her bite her lip. She withstood the sharp pain and continued making her way down.

By the time she got to the first floor, her face was pale as her forehead was coated with sweat.

Dior looked around anxiously and searched every corner.

Among the crowd, she could see the tall, cool figure in front of the prescription counter.

She let out a sigh of relief and instantly loosened up.

Suddenly, she felt the sharp pain in her ankle, and it was nerve-wracking.

Dior bit her pale lip and staggered toward Harry slowly.

Meanwhile...

Harry arrived at the counter and said, "Can I have a PHKL, please?"

The nurse looked at him and said coldly, "No, we're not selling this. This is a special rescue medicine."

Dior overheard the exchange as she made her way toward Harry.