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Chapter 299
It was after 9 o’clock at night.
After tucking the children into bed, Adina returned to her room and dialed Madam Daugherty’s phone
number.
Madam Daugherty was in poor health. She slept late every day. When she called, the old lady was
watching TV.
“Addy, why are you calling me at this hour?” Madam Daugherty’s voice was tinged with suspicion. Adina
pursed her lips. “Grandma, I need to ask you something.”
She paused and enunciated each word slowly. “Does Dew have two sons?”
Madam Daugherty paused for a second before she sighed. “Yes. Five years ago, she got pregnant out of
wedlock. She gave birth to twins. Back then, when your pregnancy caused a big fuss, her pregnancy
was covered up by your father and stepmother. Except for the Daugherty family, no one else knows
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtabout that.”
Adina clenched her fists and continued, “May I know the names of those two children?”
“It’s the two young masters of the Winters family. One is named George, and the other Harold.” Madam
Daugherty sounded unusually old and weary. “Dew gave birth to two children for the Winters family, who
took the babies away on the very day they were born. The kids are more than four years old now, but I
can count the number of times I have seen them on one hand. Those kids are no longer close to our
family. Addy, when you have time, visit me with your son and daughter.”
Little by little, Adina’s heart sank to the bottom. She took a deep breath and said, “Okay, Grandma. It’s
getting late, you should rest early.”
After hanging up, she strolled to the balcony and drew the curtains back. Her cold eyes stared spiritlessly
at the dark sky.
She could accept that George was Dew’s son, but she could not accept that George was the son of Dew
and Duke. How could this happen? Adina let out a deep sigh.
Was it because she got too close to Duke that she started to have some kind of fantasy that she
should not have?
He had slept with Dew, yet she still fantasized about a relationship with him.
Had she gone crazy?
Adina let out a snicker before she raised her hand to pull the curtains shut.
She tossed and turned all night. She fell asleep a little at dawn. She sat up tiredly from the bed when the
alarm went off.
Sensing that she was in a bad mood, Alden asked worriedly, “Mommy, did you not sleep well
last night?” “I worked until three o’clock in the morning. So I didn’t sleep well.” Adina yawned. “I’ll take a
nap when I get to the office later.” “Mommy, it’s turning cold out there. You should put on more clothes.”
Alden reminded her with concern.
Adina put on another coat before leaving the house with her children. After dropping the children off at
the preschool, she went straight to the office.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe company’s new product had just been launched. Everyone in the office was as busy as a bee. As
the general manager, she had even more on her plate.
She was busy until five o’clock. While on the way to pick up her children from preschool, Adina felt
conflicted. She made a deal with Duke. He would introduce her to Brenden, and she would go to the
Winters’ house to cook for Harold.
She went to the Winters’ house every day after work these days. The kids were getting along with each
other.
She thought this would go on for a long, long time.
But she did not want to do this anymore.
Harold was Dew’s son. She did not understand why she needed to cook for Dew’s son.
She continued to dwell on this until she arrived at the preschool.
When Alden and Melody got into the car, she noticed a drawing in the little girl’s hand. She gently asked,
“Mel, what’s that you’re holding?” The little girl unfolded the drawing in her hand. It was a very simple
sketch.