Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children

Chapter 282

He pursed his lips and said, “Harold sincerely likes Mel, and he will never hurt Mel, but George is different!”

Duke looked up at him. “Why is George different?”

“He cares about Dew. If Dew asks him to harm Mel, I don’t think he’ll turn her down!” Alden raised his chin and coldly said.

“He won’t.”

Duke firmly said.

George was his pride. His son had principles and bottom lines. He would never injure a girl. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

If Dew wanted to injure Melody one day, George might not even admit Dew as his mother.

Alden clenched his fists. “If my mom knows that George and Harold are Dew’s sons, she will not go to the Winters family again. She will also never cook for Harold again.”

Duke’s expression finally changed. Adina… was really beyond his control. He also knew of the grudge between the Daugherty siblings. If Adina knew that he had a past with Dew, perhaps she would really not visit the Winters family again. When Duke thought of this possibility, it filled his heart with gloominess. “So, does your mom not know about this yet?” He slowly asked.

Alden pursed his lips and said, “She will know one day.”

“Let me be the one to tell her.” Duke firmly said, “Can you keep this secret for me for the time being?” Alden looked down. “Three days, maximum.”

The paternity report would be out in three days. He wanted to see his mother’s attitude toward this matter before he made his next plan.

Duke nodded. “Okay, three days is the limit.”

As he said that, he smelled something. “Is anything burned?” Alden’s expression changed. “I put oil in the pan, but I forgot to turn off the fire.” He speedily rushed toward the kitchen. “Mel, just sit here. I’ll go and help Alden cook the pasta.”

Duke also went after Alden.

Alden could cook since he was three.

He stepped on a stool while he threw the onion and garlic into the pan, as if he was in charge.

Unexpectedly, the temperature of the oil was too high. When the onion and garlic were thrown inside, sparks instantly exploded, and a fire quickly started. Alden had sufficient theoretical knowledge. He knew how to put out the fire. But he was standing on a stool, and he was so shocked by the fire that he took a step back. He instantly got tripped and leaned backward.

When Duke went inside, he saw this bone-chilling scene. He walked over quickly, stretched out his hand, and shielded Alden in his arms. Then, he picked up a lid and put it on the pan.

The fire was finally put out. “Thank you…” Alden said, his face pale. “You’re still very young. You’d better let the adults handle the kitchen.” Duke indifferently said, “You go out first. I’ll cook the pasta for you.”

Alden took a step back. When he looked up, he saw a burn on Duke’s left arm suit, and there was oil splashed on the collar of his shirt. When he looked up, he also saw that Duke’s chin had turned red from the oil splash.

There were also several burns that were quickly turning red on the back of Duke’s rough hands.

For some reason, Alden felt a tingling around his nose at that moment. He looked down, turned around, and left the kitchen. He went to the second floor, got the medicine box, and came back down.

He walked to the kitchen. He was about to speak, but his words got caught in his throat when he saw what Duke was doing.