My Mommy’s Brave Heart (Adina and Duke) novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372

She was his biological mother, and no matter what, she would not hurt him, would she?

He loosened his grip and got into the backseat obediently.

Dew did not stop for anything, including the red lights. The car sped down the road.

“What do you want to tell me, Mother?” George asked, feeling that something was off. “You can pull over right now and tell me!”

Dew floored the pedal because it seemed like the only way for her to let all of her fear and anxiety out.

They soon left the downtown area as the car zoomed along the road. They kept moving further and further away along a provincial road, with fewer and fewer vehicles and people on the road.

After twenty minutes, the car finally stopped at the side of the road.

They were in an industrial area full of abandoned factories, and rusting machinery was being dumped down the sides of the roads. Under the streetlight’s yellow glow, the place appeared even eerier.

“Get out.”

Dew leaned against the car with her eyes cold.

George took a quick look outside and saw that it was deserted, but the cool autumn night air was a little refreshing.

He bent down and got out of the car with pursed lips. A cold aura emitted from his body.

“George, you always call me mother, but I know you don’t really love and respect me. You have no choice but to acknowledge me only because I gave birth to you. Am I right?” Dew turned

and stared at him with a piercing gaze.

After a short period of silence, George asked, “You brought me all the way here just to ask me this question, Mother?”

“If, and I mean if.” The corner of Dew’s lips curled upwards, and she smiled slowly. “If I’m not your biological mother, and if the past four years have been a lie, then, are you still willing to call me your mother?” she asked.

George was completely stunned. “What do you mean by that?”

Dew crouched down to grab his shoulders and said, “It’s just a hypothetical question. If you weren’t my real son, and you hadn’t crawled out of my tummy, but I’ve been raising you for four years, would you still respect me like you used to do?”

George’s eyes narrowed.

Nobody ever asks a question without a good cause.

Moreover, his mother had taken him to this deserted place with great effort just to question him.

And that indicated that it was not a meaningless question.

“How do you want me to answer this?” he slowly said.

“I’ve been taking care of you for the past four years. Although I didn’t do so day and night, I did everything I should as a mother,” Dew pinched his young shoulders with force, and with a heavier tone, she said, “They all say that the mother who raises their child is greater than the one who gave birth to them. I’ve been taking care of you, in your heart, I should be more important than your birth mother!”

“Mother, are you telling me that you’re actually my stepmother?” George said slowly, his hands clenched into fists as he fought to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

“No, I’m just making an assumption,” Dew’s eyes widened.” George, your daddy wants to kill me because he thinks I’m not your biological mother. Can you go and convince him to let me go? I really am you and Harold’s mother. I gave birth to the both of you after carrying you both in my stomach for ten months. I love you two so much, how could it all be a lie?”