Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children Chapter 1227

Chapter 1227

‘Why would George… ask this kind of question?‘

During this ordinary conversation, George did not give off the imposing aura unique to people who held
superior positions anymore, and his expression was not calm either.

It was then that Harold realized how young his brother was. ‘He… has a vulnerable side, too.‘

George, Harold, Alden, and Melody all came from the same mother, and George was only born a few
minutes before them.

But he assumed responsibility for everything.

Whenever the people important to him ran into trouble or caused trouble, he was always their guardian
god and shield.

To his parents, he was their successor, the one his parents dared to entrust everything to.

To his younger siblings, he was like a deity in their hearts. They depended on him but were also afraid
of him. Thus, there were many things they were afraid to share with him.

How sad would their big brother be if he found out about all those things?

“I’m sorry, George,” said Harold with red–rimmed eyes. You did great. You’re the best brother in the
whole world! You’re the person we depend on the most and are our pillar of strength.”

“This is my fault, I shouldn’t have kept it from you. If

"you want to punish someone, then punish me! I won’t. run from it!”



When he saw the serious expression on his most

mischievous younger brother’s face, George could not help but laugh.

To be honest, he did feel a sense of loss for a moment.

But he was not an ordinary person; he could process all emotions and instantly compose himself.

But for the usually troublesome Harold to say such considerate words, George, in all of his sternness
and stoicism, could not help but feel warmth in his heart at

that moment.

He raised his chin slightly, looked at Harold, and said, Are you really willing to be punished?”

“I am!” Harold said decisively.

“You won’t run away?”

“I won’t!”

“Even if it was thirty strikes from the cane?”

“Y–Uh… Isn’t thirty strikes a bit too much?”

“Too much? I don’t think so. Didn’t you say you were willing to accept the punishment?” George said
purposefully, “Come! It’s time for your punishment!”

“Ack! No!” Harold was instantly terrified, and he clutched and wished he could scurry under the sofa. “
Have mercy, big brother!”

George snickered. He watched Harold and said, “How shameful.”



Harold only then realized that his big brother was only joking. He chuckled and shook his head,
“Whether it’s for real or for jokes, let’s not treat punishments lightly.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“No, no, no! You don’t! I was just running my mouth off! It’s my bad, George!” Harold was quite
practiced in the art of begging for mercy.

But this silliness made the atmosphere at home much lighter.

Soon, Ninian’s bedroom door was opened from the inside.

George and Harold looked over in unison with solemn expressions.

“How’s Grapie?”

“To answer the young masters, Young Lady Ninian’s

injury has already been taken care of, and there were no major problems. She should be fine after
some bed rest. It’s just…”

“Just what?!”

“Young Lady Ninian seems to have gone through a lot of trauma, and she has developed a stress
response. She is now… unable to speak.”

“She can’t speak?!”

George and Harold’s expressions became horrified.


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