Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353 

Duke recalled that whenever he got near this woman previously, she would look just as frightened 

Was she afraid of him, or was she afraid of him getting close to her? 

He pursed his gorgeous lips tightly. Just as he was about to speak, his phone vibrated in his pocket 

He released Adina‘s shoulder and spoke in a low and soft tone, “The banquet hall is a little noisy. You can go to the balcony and get some fresh air.” 

After he said that, he brought his phone to a quiet place to answer it.

A strange accent came from the other end of the line. “Hi, Mr. Winters. I’m Catherine. I wonder if you‘ve heard about me.” 

Duke raised his head indifferently. “Hi, Ms. Catherine.”

His mother lived in Ascrialia, and she had a quiet life. Ms. Catherine would always go to the manor and keep his mother company. 

In the beginning, he thought that Ms. Catherine had ulterior motives. But later, he discovered that Catherine was a psychologist with a background in social studies. She frequently visited his mother mainly because she wanted to explore the mental development needs of people in that age group. Since she did not harbor bad intentions, he just had a laissez–faire attitude about it. After that, his mother and Catherine also became very good friends despite the huge gap in their ages. 

He had thought about meeting this Ms. Catherine, but he was too busy, so he had postponed it for several years. 

“I‘ve prepared a birthday gift for Aunt Mabel, and it‘s outside the Winters family‘s villa. The sender doesn‘t have an invitation card, so he can‘t go inside. Can you go out and get it, Mr. Winters?” Catherine‘s accent was different, and she spoke for about a minute. 

Living alone in Ascrialia was kind of his mother‘s way of redemption. Those who had sinned deserved such psychological torment. 

Adina stood on the balcony while she enjoyed the cold breeze. She stood there for less than three minutes before the door to the balcony was pushed open. Then, Dew walked in with two cups of coffee. “You don‘t really want to have a cup of coffee with me, do you? It‘s my treat.” 

Dew placed the coffee on the balcony table. 

Adina looked over with an indifferent gaze and stared at Dew‘s exquisite makeup. “Dew, have you been able to sleep every night in the past four years?”