Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children

Chapter 281

“Mel, I know you’ve been unhappy these last two days, and you dislike Harold. Can you tell me the reason?” Duke held Melody while he asked her softly. The little girl looked down, and her long, curly lashes trembled. She tightly clenched her fists. Duke was very patient when he dealt with Melody. He slowly said, “I’m your Uncle Duke. No matter how bad things have happened to you, you can always tell me.”

Melody slowly loosened her fists. She raised her head and stared Duke in the eyes.

Alden, who was not far away, walked over. When he was approaching them, he stopped walking. What Duke said to him in the car lingered in his mind again. Mom never made any decisions for him, so should he also leave Melody be? Melody accepted Duke, and she was willing to get along with Duke. She was also willing to share her secrets with Duke. What right did he have to stop her?

Alden pursed his lips, turned around, and entered the kitchen.

Melody did not eat anything before he took her back from the Winters family. He had to cook

some pasta for her.

corner of his eye, and his gaze was filled

idle chatter when it came to such a brilliant person. He just briefly gave some guidance, and Alden could grasp the key of the matter. Alden must have contributed a lot when Adina raised the two kids alone. Duke looked away before he continued talking to the girl in his arms. “Did Harold bully you? Tell me how

little girl shook her

his hand, flipped open an empty page of the book on the tea table, and took a pen

but he is Dew’s son, so I don’t like him now.] After she finished writing, she prepared to put down her pen, but changed her mind and added another sentence. (George is also Dew’s son. I

sentences

wrong. He even punished Harold to reflect on himself in the room. In fact, Harold did nothing wrong. The person who made the mistake was Duke. It was his mistake five years ago, but Harold innocently bore the mistake. After Melody wrote the two sentences, she did not receive any response. She bit her bottom lip, tore the paper that she wrote on, and rolled it up. She prepared to throw

hand and took over

I know why you don’t like Dew. I also don’t like