The motorcycle sped off. Adina felt a chill traveling up her right arm. She looked back and noticed that her clothes were torn. She shivered as cold air breezed through the tear. “Young Master George, are you okay?!”Liam, who was fixing the car, came to them hurriedly. He carried George and checked if he was hurt. George’s face was pale, “I’m fine.”He looked at Adina with complicated emotion in his eyes. “Thanks for saving me.”‘If not for her fast reflexes, I would’ve been hit by the motorcycle…’“I’m glad you’re okay,” Adina said curtly. She turned and went back to her car. She herself was not sure why she would save Dew’s son at that moment… ‘Why am I being so kind to him?”“Mother, is your hand hurt?”Harold leaned over and his gaze was filled with worries. “It’s just a tear, but I’m okay.” Adina smiled. “Luckily, I’ve got a few layers on.”She put on her seatbelt and stepped on the accelerator. She slowly left the winding road.Harold looked at George th
It was after 9 o’clock at night. After tucking the children into bed, Adina returned to her room and dialed Madam Daugherty’s phone number. Madam Daugherty was in poor health. She slept late every day. When she called, the old lady was watching TV. “Addy, why are you calling me at this hour?” Madam Daugherty’s voice was tinged with suspicion. Adina pursed her lips. “Grandma, I need to ask you something.” She paused and enunciated each word slowly. “Does Dew have two sons?” Madam Daugherty paused for a second before she sighed. “Yes. Five years ago, she got pregnant out of wedlock. She gave birth to twins. Back then, when your pregnancy caused a big fuss, her pregnancy was covered up by your father and stepmother. Except for the Daugherty family, no one else knows about that.” Adina clenched her fists and continued, “May I know the names of those two children?” “It’s the two young masters of the Winters family. One is named George, and the other Harold.” Madam Daugherty
There were two children on the painting, a little girl in a pink dress and a boy in a denim suit. As soon as she saw the painting, Adina knew that the ones on the painting were Melody and Harold. “This is a gift that Melody is going to give to Harold.” Alden explained indifferently beside her. He looked calm, but his mind was in turmoil. He and Melody grew up together. Melody had never given him a gift. He could not believe that Harold was going to receive a painting drawn by his sister. There was a conflicted look on Adina’s face. If she had known that Harold was Dew’s son, she would never have let Melody and Harold get so close. However, the kids have already accepted each other. If she ruined their friendship, she would definitely break Melody’s heart. “Harold will be so happy to receive your gift,” Adina said slowly. She started the engine and headed for the Winters family villa. Regardless of the feud between their parents, the children were innocent. Harol
Mr. Brown opened his mouth several times, but he did not know how to answer.Adina spoke as she washed the dishes. “Dew is his birth mother. It won’t do him any good if word gets out about how he’s treating her.” “Well, Young Master Harold is still young. He doesn’t understand what a birth mother means.” Mr. Brown explained. “Young Master Harold has always disliked her ever since he could remember. He has never called her mom. Even so, Young Master George has never called her mom either. He did call her mother, which comes across as rather impersonal.” Adina lowered her eyes and said, “George is a child with self-restraint and propriety. If he is willing to call Dew mother, that means he acknowledges her. “Young Master George is good to his mother indeed. He prepares all sorts of gifts for Ms. Dew every year. This villa has a room on the second floor that is filled with clothes, bags, and shoes that Young Master George bought for Ms. Dew.” On that note, Mr. Brown let out anothe
He was not a man who was used to running away from problems. He had only postponed it repeatedly because he had not figured out how to tell her yet. But now that this woman had brought it up, he had to clear things up with her. “Dew is George and Harold’s mother,” Duke said in a low voice. Adina clenched her fingers. Although she had learned that truth a long time ago, her heart still sank when she heard it from this man. She curled her lips, feigning aloofness, and let out a faint smile. “No wonder Harold likes me so much. It turns out that I am her aunt. The children should be considered cousins. No wonder they can get along well.” Her tone was relaxed. However, Duke could hear a faint hint of sarcasm in it. He stared at her and said, enunciating each word, “Five years ago, Trent got me drunk. He sent a woman into my room. I slept with Dew while I was blacked out. After that night, I tried to find her, but it was as if she had disappeared off the face of the earth.
Harold was sitting on the floor. His eyes shone brightly. Adina’s figure was reflected in his eyes. He was thoroughly convinced that Auntie Adina would pick him up. Adina could not help but take a step back as she looked at him. She did not understand why, but at that moment, the faces of her children who died as babies came to her mind. Those two children who died just after they were born had turned into the nightmare that constantly haunted her. Their deaths were the source of all her pain. How could Dew’s sons be alive and well while her sons rotted in the ground? How could Dew’s sons become the most honored young masters of the Winters family, while her sons could not even look at this wonderful world? And what about her? What was she doing? She actually cooked for Dew’s sons and treated them as if they were her own! How could she face her dead children? Her two sons would not have died as babies if it had not been for Dew. Adina's eyes were suddenly red an
Mr. Brown saw that the expression on his face was icy. His eyes were stone-cold. His thin lips were tightly pursed. A sullen aura surrounded him, but at the same time, Mr. Brown caught a hint of helplessness on his face. Helplessness? So, Master did not know what happened either? Or he knew what happened, but he just did not know how to resolve it? Mr. Brown scratched his chin and sighed with great concern. When it came to making up with a woman, he knew nothing about it either. Otherwise, he would not have been single for decades. “Buzz buzz.” Just then, Duke’s phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, Trent. It was always about drinking and having fun when this guy called. He was about to hang up the call when his finger suddenly paused. Trent Sunderland, the second son of the Sunderland family, the famous playboy in Sea City. He got a new girlfriend every three days. When it came to understanding women, no one in the circle could outmatch him. Duke pressed the an
Trent drank a gulp of the wine. He smirked and said, “You brought it upon yourself. Why would you bring up the two little guys’ real mother? I don’t think any woman would feel fine with hearing their partner talking about their exes, especially since you have had two children together. It’s easy for her mind to conjure up some age-inappropriate images.” Duke spoke in a deep voice, “Why would women not want to hear their partner talking about their exes?” “Why else do you think? They would get jealous, of course!” Trent snorted. “The more a woman cares about you, the more she cares about the existence of your ex. The moment you bring up your ex in front of her, she would start assuming that you still care about the other woman, and that makes her jealous. When she’s jealous, she’s mad. When she’s mad, she doesn’t want to talk to you anymore.” Duke looked up. “Are you saying that she cares about me?” “Well, what do you think? Why else would she be mad at you?” Trent rolled hi