Love Unspoken

Chapter 1317

A gust of autumn wind blew, and the leaves by the roadside fluttered down.

Freya sat on top of Getty, completely stunned. She stared at the nearly lifeless Getty beneath her, her blurred vision showing a constantly changing expression. In just two seconds, her gaze shifted from madness and ferocity to bewilderment and disbelief.

She slowly turned her head and met Peanut's clear eyes.

Peanut's fingers tightened, gradually gripping her sleeve. His lips moved, and he said again, "Mom."

Freya's fingers, which were gripping Getty's neck, slowly loosened, and the blood on the back of her hand dripped down her fingertips.

"What did you call me?" Freya asked, staring at Peanut in disbelief.

For half a year, the word she taught Peanut the most was "Mom." She used all her strength, wanting to hear him call her mom.

However, he always gazed at her blankly, his mouth slightly agape, but unable to utter the word, as if he didn't know how to pronounce it.

But now, in this scene, she heard the long-awaited call.

blurred with tears, which trickled down her cheeks. She tried to hold them back, but under Peanut's gaze, she failed and cried uncontrollably. Getty regained her strength and used all her

lunatic. You're dead!" Getty cursed as she ran

like a rag doll,

sobbed, doubled over, sprawled on the ground, tears flowing freely, the sound

the way she usually comforted

the tree-lined path, perhaps because it was too quiet, sounding very clear

world, but Peanut's call pulled her back

softened. As a mother, she couldn't leave her child to suffer alone in the world or bring herself to die with him. Freya was both broken and desperate, desperate about the unknown and

ran away but came back with the

first, Freya was suspected of attempted murder. Peanut was innocent. Freya was to be detained, and

the word "family," a bitter, self-mocking smile appeared on

Getty count as

didn't dare to leave

only say she had no

had no choice but to check her records and found Walter. They couldn't reach Walter by

the next morning