Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children

Chapter 273 The sky turned dark, and the lights turned on.

George got out of the car and looked at the living room where the lights were switched on.

Whenever he came home in the past, only the servants would be walking around and cleaning up in the living room. If not, his dad would be sitting on the couch and reading some documents.

Right then, the atmosphere under the bright chandelier was warm and harmonious. His dad, who was noble and mighty, was actually sitting on the climbing mat with a few puzzle pieces in his hand.

The always mischievous Harold was leaning obediently against the climbing mat without making a fuss.

Mr. Brown, who was usually busy, was sitting at the side while holding an ice cream. His wrinkled face broke into a friendly and warm smile.

George walked in slowly.

The servant, who was standing at the door, immediately greeted him, “Young Master George.”

Hearing someone talk, the people on the climbing mat all turned back at the same time.

raised her head and looked at George with a clear

outside Harold‘s ward. She still remembered

looked a lot

yours. Most importantly,

was brilliant. He wondered if

George.” His voice was normally cold and deep, but his voice was subconsciously filled with gentleness at that moment. It was as if he was talking to a fragile

arm and made a gesture

a

have physical contact with strangers. George had

kitten, extending and retracting her hands several

slowly curled his cold lips and softly said, “If you don‘t like to hold hands, we

he spoke, the little

as soft as a kitten‘s palm. The coldness on George‘s face melted, and his voice became