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.

hold them back, but under Peanut's gaze,

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

like a

the ground, tears flowing freely,

the way she usually comforted him, clumsily

cries echoed on the tree-lined path, perhaps because it was too

this world, but Peanut's call pulled her back from the brink of despair. Clearly, if she

eyes, she 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

but came back with

taken to the police station. The police reviewed the surveillance footage. Although Getty had struck first, Freya was suspected of attempted murder. Peanut was innocent. Freya was to be

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

count as her

didn't dare to leave

say she

police had no choice but to check her records and found Walter.

it the next morning when she arrived at the