Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1669

Both Harry and Dior rolled down a few meters down the slope before they were hit with another surprise.

There was a big, deep pit below!

Harry quickly reached out in an attempt to grab something, but he could not see anything. Only a scratch mark was left in his attempt.

With that, the two of them fell into the deep pit, with Harry slammed on the ground before Dior fell on top of him heavily, and this evoked a groan from Harry.

Other than her twisted ankle, Dior was fine.

Harry, on the other hand, was flat on his back with fists clenched. His prepossessing face was beaded with cold sweat.

Dior scrambled off of him and shook his hand. "Harry, are you alive?"

Harry was speechless.

He parted his eyelids to shoot Dior a pointed stare. "I might just die if you keep shaking me like that."

Dior instantly let go and frowned at him. "Which part of you are hurt?"

She recalled how she had fallen on his legs when she fell.

Harry sat up with difficulty. He tried to move his legs, but he was in too much pain to move them.

Dior looked at him and panicked. "Is your leg broken?1' she whimpered.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"Probably fractured." Harry looked at her darkly and said with an angered tone, "Do you want my leg to be broken?"

Dior was not in the mood to joke around. "I was joking. Don't get angry, okay? I didn’t do it on purpose."

Harry silently stared at her before he averted his gaze to inspect their surroundings.

The pit was about three to four meters tall. There was nothing for them to climb back up with. Furthermore, his legs were hurting so much that he could no longer feel them.

He had an important matter to sort out today, but it looked like Dior was about to ruin it. 1

Dior instantly took out her phone to call Charmine. However, there was no signal on the mountain, let alone inside a pit.

Harry seemed to have guessed this, thus he did not even bother to take out his phone.

Dior looked at his darkened face and realized that she had made a huge mistake.

She did not expect herself to lose balance. She did not want this to happen anyway!

Dior pulled a pitiable expression, ignoring the sharp pain that tormented her ankle as she reached out to help Harry up, sitting by the side once done.

Looking at his bruised ankle with blood showing, she did not know how he got hurt, but it looked rather severe.

She reached out to grab his belt, but- "What are you doing?"

Harry shot her a warning glare just as Dior's hand grazed his belt, and he pushed her hand away.

"You’re hurt," said Dior earnestly, and it was even evident in her expression, "I'm trying to help." "No need.” Harry pushed her hand away. "Just sit there."

He seemed to be in genuine pain as he leaned on the wall and shut his eyes wordlessly.

Dior saw the cold sweat on his face. She tried to wipe the sweat off his face with her sleeve, but when she touched him, he opened his eyes to glare at her coldly. "Please behave."

Dior bit her lip and thought he was angry at his leg for suffering from sequela.

An idea came to her at that moment, and her eyes twinkled. She turned to look at Harry and said, "Don’t worry. If anything happens to you, I'll be responsible for it. If your legs are broken, I’ll take care of you forever."

Harry looked at her, utterly baffled.

Thinking she did not sound sincere enough, Dior added, "If you're worried about not finding an ideal wife in the future, I’ll marry you. You’re handicapped because of me, but I'll treat you very well."

Harry scoffed at her coldly. "I'm not handicapped yet!"

Dior remained serious. "You’re so severely wounded now, but I'll make it up to you. Why don't l...make you a baby? We have such good genes; our baby will be adorable."