Divorced but Delighted
Chapter 222

Chapter 222

What Gave You the Right to Be My Mother?

The little person hiding under the table opened its big black eyes and tilted its head slightly, as if he was a little puzzled.

Grown-ups were strange. Even if they were very sad, they acted as if nothing had happened.

Although the coffee smelled good, it didn't taste good. Wh

did she force herself to drink it?

Even if she really wanted to try, she could add some sugar.

If she didn't like it, why did she have to force herself?

Will looked curiously at the woman sitting on the sofa not far away.

Wanda was also looking at him.

The moment she saw the little face, she felt an upsurge of emotion and she looked shocked.

"Why are you here?"

She put down the coffee cup and hurried to the table on which the coffee machine was placed. Then she bent down and looked at the child under the table with concern. "Come out quickly. You won't feel comfortable there!"

She couldn't hide the affection in her eyes.

She didn't know why the child was hiding here, guessing that he might have a quarrel with his family, so he decided to hide.

The space was so cramped that even a child would feel uncomfortable if staying there for too long.

It would be even worse if he injured his bones or bumped his head.

With all the other places he chose to hide there.

Thinking of this, Wanda's tone unconsciously grew serious. "Come out quickly. You can't stay there for long.

Will was about to crawl out.

For the fable was smaller than the one at home, and it wasn't comfortable hiding there.

He had already stuck out his head, but her tone changed his mind and she shrank back.

He looked at Wanda stubbornly.

Wanda was also stunned. She saw him coming out just now. Why did he go back?

She had no choice but to squat down and coax him in a gentle voice.

What Gave You the Right to Be My Mother?

It was a quirk of fate. She had left him at the door of the Barton family. How could she be qualified to be a mother?

Just as Jaquan had said, a woman like her was not qualified to be a mother at all.

But what could she do?

If she had the ability to take good care of the child at that time, she would not have abandoned him.

She just didn't want him to suffer, and she firmly believed that the Barton family would take good

care of him. That was why she sent the child over.

But she had never expected that one day her own child would say such a thing to her.

-What gave you the right to be my mother?

Right. Why didn't she raise him?

Wanda's eyes turned red.

Will didn't expect the woman in front of him to have such an expression, as if he had mistreated her and made her cry.

He suddenly felt a little sad.

He crawled from under the table, took out a tissue from his pocket, and gently handed it to her.

"Don't cry. I don't know you, so I don't want you to be my mother. If you're nice to me and promise that you won't be rude to me as you were just now. I'll rethink about it."

He had thought about Cierra's words when he was hiding here. If his father really liked this woman,

he could make concessions.

After all, his father also needed someone to accompany him.

He couldn't be so selfish.

As to his birth mother, she had left him at the door of the old house when he was born. She

definitely didn't like him.

If his birth mother didn't love him and didn't want him, why did he try to please her?

If someone was good to him, he would like her to be his mother.

Wanda didn't expect him to say that. For a moment, she didn't know what to say and stood there in a

daze.

The tears that she had been trying to hold back couldn't help falling.

Seeing this, Will let out a long sigh.

sther?

He unfolded the tissue, gently wiped away the tears on her face and complained,

"Alas, women are troublesome."

When hearing this, Wanda's face instantly turned red.

She was in no mood to enjoy the kindness of him wiping her tears, so she took the tissue from his hand and wiped them herself.

She calmed down quickly. Except for the red rims of her eyes, no one could tell that she had cried

just now.

Will stared at her and said in a serious tone, "Don't cry for no reason. Otherwise, I won't agree to my father marrying you."

It was no good marrying a crybaby and coaxing her every day.

Wanda didn't expect this child, who hadn't reached her waist yet, to say something like that in an

adult's tone.

He was a real Barton.

Gradually her depression started to lift, and she smiled.

"Don't worry, your father won't marry me, and I won't marry your father either. What are you thinking about?"

She poured some warm water into a disposable cup and handed it to him.

"Come on, drink some warm water. You have to go back after sitting for a while. If you hide for too long, your family will worry about you. And it's wrong.'

Knowing he was wrong, Will took the water and didn't say anything.

He was going to drink the water, when the door of the watercooler was pushed open.

The man who came in looked very gloomy.