All Chapters of Mummy, please go back to Daddy.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Cherry’s POVFear gripped my chest like an iron fist, tightening with every second that passed. My breath came in ragged gasps, my entire body trembling as I struggled to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. My heart pounded so loudly in my ears that I could barely hear the doctor’s words.Critical condition.The phrase echoed in my mind like a cruel curse, stabbing into my soul. No, no, no—this wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to get hurt. Not now. Not when I had just started to love him again. Not when I had just begun to let my guard down.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I stared at the doctor, my lips trembling. “P-please, Doctor,” I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please save him for me.”The doctor’s gaze softened, and he gave a small nod. “We will do our best.”I couldn’t hold back anymore. A sob broke free from my lips as I buried my face in my hands. Around me, the atmosphere was suffocating. Dylan’s mother was cryin

Cherry’s POVI had just finished eating with my daughter, Selena, at the restaurant connected to the hospital. The food was nice, and for a brief moment, everything felt okay. No worries. No overthinking. Just a mother and daughter enjoying a peaceful meal together.But peace never lasted long in my life.Just as we were about to leave, Leonard walked in. He looked a little worn out, his sharp features slightly softened by fatigue. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and he ran a hand through his dark hair, exhaling as if he had been holding his breath all day.“What a coincidence, Miss Cherry,” he said with a small smile, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I’m actually here to eat. But, you know, your daughter is really friendly. I’d love to spend some time with her—talk more, maybe order her some ice cream. You can go ahead if you’d like.”I looked down at Selena, my little angel. She was practically bouncing with excitement.

NEW BOOK SERIES!!Ever been in a world where you are neglected by everyone? Where you have no choice but to do whatever it takes just to survive? Have you ever stepped into the shoes of someone who is helpless, frustrated, and drowning in despair? That was the life of Nancy and her grandmother.Nancy was 22 years old and had been living with her grandmother since birth. She had no memory of her parents, no knowledge of where they were or if they were even alive. Her grandmother was the only family she had, the only one who had ever loved her. But now, her grandmother was dying—cancer had stolen her strength, leaving her bedridden for two years.Nancy had done everything she could to save her. She had dropped out of school, begged on the streets, and worked as a waitress in a small restaurant, but the money she earned was barely enough for food, let alone surgery. Each day, she watched helplessly as her grandmother’s condition worsened, her frail body growing weaker, her once warm smil

The moment Kayla told her mother, Nancy, that she couldn’t leave her birthmark exposed for people to see, Nancy’s face softened with a tender smile. She knelt before her daughter, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Kayla’s ear.“But sweetheart, your birthmark is a gift from heaven,” Nancy said, cupping her daughter’s tiny face in her hands. “It’s what makes you unique. Just like your father had one.”Kayla’s nose wrinkled, and she pouted. “But people stare, Mommy. I don’t like it.”Nancy sighed, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Before she could say more, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and immediately straightened, her warm expression hardening.“I need to take this call,” she told Kayla, her voice losing its gentle tone. “The driver who’s coming to pick you up is in a black Lamborghini. Stay put when you see it. I’ll be back soon. Do not leave with him unless I say so, understand?”Kayla nodded. “Okay, Mommy.”Nancy took a few steps away, answering the call with

When Nancy was almost harassed by Chief George, she couldn't think straight—her body froze in terror. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as his rough hands gripped her wrists, his eyes dark with malicious intent. She tried to scream, but the lump of fear in her throat choked her voice. The chief's grip tightened, his fingers pressing against her delicate skin as he sneered."You think you can refuse me?" he hissed, his breath laced with alcohol. "I get what I want, Nancy."Tears welled in her eyes as she struggled against his iron grip. She wanted to fight, but he was too strong. Her body trembled as he pushed her against the desk, his other hand reaching for her neck. No, no, this can't be happening!Then, a loud crash shattered the moment.A force yanked Chief George off her, sending him stumbling backward. Gasping, Nancy clutched her chest, her wide eyes darting toward her savior—George.Not Chief George. The real George.