Harold was brought into a VIP room by the bodyguards.
A man with an imposing presence sat on a couch there.
He was dressed in a black suit, and looked at them with cold and grim eyes. Even if he said nothing, his air of superiority was enough to make everyone feel inferior.
He cast his gaze on his four-year-old son. “Didn’t I tell you that you’re not allowed to leave without permission?”
Harold straightened his back defiantly. “I just went out for a walk. Can’t I even do that?”
“No.” Duke’s voice was cold, and whoever met his stare felt a chill crawl down their spines.
He stood up and walked over to Harold. “Do you have any idea how many people are after you? Do you know what fate may befall you if you run out by yourself?”
“No!” Harold turned his head to the side.
He remembered the woman he met just now.
Once he had her information, he would sneak out again…
At that moment, the woman, who had also been sitting on the couch, stood up and walked over. “Don’t be angry, Duke.”
She was wearing a fitting long dress that made her appear graceful and a thin layer of makeup that made her look full of life.
She squatted down in front of the boy. “Harold, your father is just worried about you, that’s why he’s so mad. You should listen to him and stop going outside to play, okay?”
“No! Why should I listen to you?”
Harold pushed her hand away. He showed her no respect at all.
The woman before him was no one else but Dew Daugherty.
She stiffly pulled her hand back, and suddenly, tears slid down her face. “Harold, I’m your mother. Why are you acting like this? I gave birth to you after carrying you for eight long months and suffering great pains. Could you not talk to me that way?”
“Hmph!” Harold’s face was full of scorn.
He was still young and did not understand what it meant for a woman to be pregnant for eight months, but he knew that he did not like Dew. He absolutely despised this woman who referred to herself as his mother.
“Harold Winters, apologize to your mother!”
Duke’s eyes turned cold. He was about to blow up.
The Winters’ children could be aloof, but they had to respect their elders.
A child who did not respect his own mother would be chased out of the family.
“Forget it, Duke…” Dew said in a choked up voice. “Even though I’m his mother, I didn’t bring him up properly, so it’s normal that he doesn’t acknowledge me as his mother. Don’t scare him.”
She paused for a moment before saying, “Duke, I’m a disposable person to the children since we aren’t married, so there’s no way they would respect me. I’ll show up less in the Winters mansion in the future. Otherwise, my presence might have a negative impact on them…”
She wiped away her tears in a sorrowful manner.
She knew how to make Duke pity her, and she put on her most pitiful expression.
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