All Chapters of Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

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

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

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

“Is Harold Winters here?”The rider asked loudly as he stood outside the mansion, holding the thermos lunch box. Harold hurriedly ran over. “That’s me. What’s the matter?”“Here’s your delivery. Please sign here.”The rider handed the box to him and left the winding mountain. Harold brought the box into the mansion and opened the boxes. He took in the familiar scent. Tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably. “Oh, Young Master Alden. Why are you crying?” Colin gave Harold a piece of paper. “These are Ms. Daugherty’s food, aren’t they? She cooked buffalo wings, frittata, and salsa salad. These are all your favorite food. Don’t cry. Let’s eat them while they are warm…”Harold said as he sobbed, “Is Auntie Adina really not coming? Why? I miss her? I miss Melody… Boohoo, Mr. Brown, what did I do wrong? Why doesn’t Auntie Adina want me anymore…?”Colin had no idea how to comfort Alden. There was no way he could give him an explanation.Just as he was trying to think of s

At the international concert hall in Ascrialia… This was Dew’s last concert abroad. She wore a black silk gown with pearls and gems inlaid on the black fabric. Her dress was sparkling under the chandelier. She sat on the stage, her back straight and poised. Her slender fingers flew over the keys on the piano.She could feel all the audience’s gazes were fixed on her as if she was the center of the world… They gave her a round of applause when her song ended. Dew stood up and bowed. As she slowly looked up, she suddenly felt an intense gaze staring at her.She instantly looked up at the audience and found a familiar face.‘That’s Mrs. Winters, Duke’s mother. I’ve only seen her a couple of times. ‘The first time we met was when George and Harold turned hundred days old. The second time was when we celebrated their twins’ birthday for the first time. ‘I’m sure of it; I’ve not seen Mrs. Winters for three years. What are the odds of us meeting again at the International C