Warning: My Mommy Is A Savage! By Seeking A Peaceful

Chapter 509
Despite her uneasiness, Charmine was reminded of the elderly man sitting behind her. She dwelled no more on the discomfort
and focused on racing toward the hospital.
They eventually arrived at Royal Hospital 15 minutes later. Dr. Weir got down from the motorbike and took off his helmet. “Oh,
we’re here?” he muttered.
So soon?
He wanted to enjoy more of the city breeze, wanting to zip past more cars stuck in the traffic... 1 Charmine parked the motorbike
as she replied, “What? You liked it?” “Of course! No wonder the youngsters like to ride this thing. I find it more exciting than
playing checkers!” gushed Dr. Weir, unable to avert his eyes from Charmine’s motorbike. “I’ll teach you how to ride it when I have
time,” said Charmine. It was not like she was buttering up to Dr. Weir-Charmine truly meant it. It was rare to meet an old man
who liked motorbikes. Her four Uncles had been telling her off about riding the bike for god knows how many years... Dr. Weir’s
eyes lit up. “Okay, deal!” Upstairs, at Royal Hospital... It had been more than half an hour since Charmine left. Amelia waited for
her. Knowing Charmine was the Jordans’ only hope, she did not fight back after Charmine pushed her away. Who would have
thought that Charmine ran away! She whined, “I think Charmine came back to screw things up!” “Hah... That’s very likely! She
hates the Jordan family, so she came back to screw things up. She doesn’t want us to get the ten million!” Lily jumped up as the
realization hit her. If Charmine did not come, they would have gotten the 10 million-offer from Julian!
Alas...
Hubert scoffed at Senior Jordan, “Senior Jordan, your granddaughter ran away. You should apologize.”
Senior Jordan looked at the time, and a hint of worry and confusion appeared in his eyes. He believed that Charmine would not
leave him... Had something happened to her? “What? Still not giving in? If you’re not kneeling, I won’t treat your grandson no
matter what you say,” asserted Hubert with an impatient and arrogant tone. 1
Julian looked at the phone with no reply. He did not know how Conor was doing.
Regardless, the time was up, and Charmine had lost. He crossed his legs elegantly as he reminded, “Senior Jordan, now is your
only chance to save your grandson.”
“Right, this is the last chance I’m offering you. If you don’t take it, your grandson will stay in

the vegetative state forever. An old and useless man like you will feel guilty and helpless by his bed until you die!” cursed Hubert,
loudly and haughtily. “Nonsense!”
Two loud and clear syllables rang in the air.
That voice...
When Hubert turned to look, his eyes widened with disbelief.
It was his teacher, Dr. Senior John Weir!
“Dr. Weir, you—”
Before Hubert could finish his sentence, Dr. Weir marched to him and swung his palm across his face.
Slap!
The loud slap resonated in the ward.
Hubert staggered a few meters backward and ended up falling onto the floor.
Thuck!
He gently grasped his burning cheek with fresh blood oozing out his mouth, shock still evident in his eyes. “W—Why did you slap
me, Dr. Weir?” Hubert had been under Dr. Weir’s tutelage ever since he was young, and while he had punished him before, it
was only by hitting his arm with a ruler. Dr. Weir never slapped him before. Why did he slap him out of the blue?