Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children novel Chapter 613

Chapter 613

An hour later, six people disembarked from their car outside the amusement park.

“Daddy, pick me up!”

Melody held up her arms and clutched Earl‘s neck.

Her soft body smooshed up against his chest made him feel a touch of warmth in his desolate heart.

Although she was not his biological daughter, they were still blood relatives. She could even be his next of kin to some extent.

There was nothing strange about an uncle spoiling his niece.

Earl carried Melody and walked in front.

Adina followed behind, an unreadable expression in her eyes.

Before they left the house, she had spoken with Mr. Brown and deduced that, in Duke‘s twenty–odd years of life, his greatest trauma had been the death of his father.

She did not know how the late Mr. Winters died, but she should be able to help Duke‘s primary identity regain control by reminding him that his father loved him.

“Hal, why aren‘t you with Daddy?” Adina asked with a smile.” Your daddy just looks a little meaner now, but he still loves you very much.”

“Hmph!” Harold crossed his arms and huffed, “Daddy only likes Mel. He hasn‘t even looked me in the eye once today. I feel so mad thinking about it!”

George gave Harold a look and said, “You‘re not as cute as Mel, nor as pretty, why would Daddy want to pay attention to you?”

Harold was speechless.

‘Is he really my blood brother? Why is he so mean…?‘ 

Adina chuckled and said, “Daddy is taking Melody to the merry go-round, do you want to go, too?”

On the other hand, Duke lost his father when he was fifteen. Since then, it had left him scarred to the point of developing a split personality disorder.

“Hopefully, the children can bring him back.‘

When the children‘s song ended, they got off the carousel horses.

This was Earl‘s first time in an amusement park.

He had always envied watching other people being able to go to amusement parks. But he was an orphan, he had no means for such extravagance , like an amusement park trip. But today, he could treat it as fulfilling a childhood regret.

He was in a good mood, so with a slight smile, he asked, “Mel, there‘s cotton candy over there, do you want some?”

The little girl nodded vigorously. “Yes, I want pink cotton candy!”

Earl nodded and was about to take a step toward it…