My Mommy’s Brave Heart (Adina and Duke)
Chapter 860

Madam Winters's Fight For Her Children Chapter 860

Chapter 860 "Mommy, I made the pasta specially to ask for your forgiveness," said Harold sadly. "Last night, 1-" "Harold, go outfor a minute," Duke interrupted him.

"I have something to talk to your Mommy about.

In private."

Harold looked up at his father, annoyed.

"Daddy, I haven't finished my sentence.

Could you please let me finish my words? Then you can talk to Mommy all you want."

"It cannot wait. Go. Now." Duke took the plate of pasta from his hands and placed it on the bedside table.

He then lifted Harold up and carried him out of the bedroom.

"Daddy, you've gone too far!"

Harold shouted fiercely.

Duke glared at him before he closed the door and locked it.

He turned to Adina.

"I'm certain that Harold's pasta is not as tasty as mine.

Are you sure you want to eat it?" Adina looked at him.

"Why did you drive Hal out? What exactly do you want to tell me about?" "Ahem, nothing."Duke rested his gaze on her collar.

"Its not good if our children see that." Adina looked down.

The neckline of her nightwear was low, revealing part of her brassiere.

Even though it looked somewhat indecent, Harold was her own flesh and blood.

Besides, he was a child, he wouldn't even notice it.

Adina threw a pillow at him.

"Duke Winters, how can you get jealous of your own children?!" Duke smiled and caught the pillow.

Meanwhile, Harold waited outside the door with a huff.

George pulled him to the side.

"George, don't pull me away! I have to apologize to Mommy!" George pursed his lips.

"Daddy just sent me a message.

He warns us not to tell Mommy about last night." Harold was puzzled.

"Why?"

"We don't know.

We'll just do according to Daddy's plan for now," George said."

Mommy won't be angry at you anymore.

You don't have to apologize to her." "No way.

I have to apologize for my mistake!" Harold snorted.

"Daddy is ruining my image before Mommy.

I won't let the devil get his way!" Alden walked over to Harold.

"Mommy lost control of her emotions last night.

It has nothing to do with you.

It must be something else," he said solemnly.

"But if you remind her about last night, she might fall back into that state again.

Do you understand what I'm saying?" Harold shook his head.

"No." George asked, "Al, do you know what's happening?" Alden pursed his lips.

He had no idea what was going on.

But he knew that his mother would never look at Harold in that manner.

She would never lay a hand on any of them, let alone push them away.

It was clear that something was wrong with their mother, but he wasn't sure what it was exactly.

Their father could not tell them either.

"Don't talk about it anymore.

I believe Daddy will figure out a way to solve this," said Alden calmly.

"Just pretend that nothing happened last night.

We'll continue as we usually do." The master bedroom door opened.

Adina was dressed.

She held the plate of pasta Harold had cooked for her.

"Hal, I didn't know you could make such a killer pasta! It is so good! Maybe a tad bit of more salt?' Harold nodded happily.

"I'll keep that in mind." "By the way, you were saying something to me.

I promise your daddy won't interrupt again," said Adina as she chewed on her pasta.