After My Son Married the Nanny, I Chose to Respect the Blessing Chapter 2

After hearing what I said, Dylan was stunned for a moment and asked with some doubt.

"Really?

"Are you pretending to agree but planning to lock me up?"

I could understand his reaction. After all, before this, I cherished Dylan the most.

From he was born, I gave him the best education and life, and his future was the most important thing to me.

But now, things were different.

I would never do those stupid things again.

I said, "If I don't agree, you're not going to recognize me as your mom. But it is a good thing for you to get married first so that someone will take care of you in the future."

Dylan snorted and said, "It's good that you know it. You are so old now, and you have to rely on me in the future. If I am not satisfied, I will drive you out and let you die miserably on the street."

When I heard his words, I felt angry and sorry for myself.

Thinking about it carefully, I thought Dylan had always been so heartless.

In my previous life, after Mary left, Dylan started to cause trouble.

He knew that the best way to make me feel bad was to hurt himself.

Then he would take revenge on me severely.

He was on a hunger strike, and when I went to feed him, he splashed the hot food on my face.

He hurt himself and I tried to grab the knife. During the fight, the knife left a long scar on my left arm.

He bullied his classmates at school but told me that he was bullied. I went to the school to seek an explanation but was slapped several times by his classmate's parents.

Every time he saw me injured, he would smile very happily.

He had always been a devil, but I loved him deeply in my previous life.

After I agreed to his request, Dylan left happily.

After a while, he brought Mary back to my side.

I guessed he had told Mary everything.

At this time, Mary changed her usual T-shirt and trousers suitable for work and put on an extremely gaudy rose pink short skirt.

She flushed with excitement.

She was completely different from her usual timid appearance, was supported by Dylan, and sat on the main seat, acting like a host.

She looked at me, cleared her throat, and said softly.

"I'm a little thirsty, go get me a glass of water.

"I'm pregnant, so I'm weak, please don't mind."

Dylan sneered.

"Why would she mind? You're pregnant with our family's child. It is natural for her to serve you.

"Mom, go get some water."